Good evening. Well, If you are elsewhere, I hope you're having a good whatever time of day it is for you.
I'm sorry for not being around. I had some problems with my account, but I got it all fixed and was able to find some time to update you guys.
As of right now, I am sitting in my room watching Drake And Josh with a heating pad on my neck and shoulders to help ease the whiplash I gave myself. Long story short, I jumped into my very first mosh pit Saturday night. And it was fucking amazing. I moshed with some of the best people ever and I can't fucking wait for the next one.
My beloved Penny the Penguin Pipe had a tragic fall and shattered. She was supposed to be replaced, but you know how people are. Shit happens. I also dropped my older bowl, Marley and broke him into pieces. All I got now is this dinky pipe until I can get something better. So don't mind me as I pack another bowl.
work is going swell. Constantly busy, but swell. I love those dogs. The people I work with aren't so bad, either :P
Why is it that every time I get the time to sit down and write down something I get writers block? I always figure it'll basically write itself, but it never works out that way. Writing has been like that for a long time, actually. I used to write short stories all the time. Now I can never find the energy or inspiration. Maybe writing was never a real passion of mine. Just a hobby that I eventually outgrew. Maybe I'm just too high to do anything anymore.
Yikes. Alrighty then! I'm gonna go. Make sure to follow me on Instagram (@morganmisanthropy) I.ll be back soon, I promise. Bye, lovelies.
- Jambi