7/420 24/7 <---- 7 people, 420, 24/7 but palindromes are what all the cool kids are doing.
I think it's the hat
ever since that last night at my old friends house(more on that later) and I got my hat back, its been constant partying, everywhere I go. I worked once in between the haze, and there was more still that I could have. The days take on an epic porportion. Events are foretold, and omens sift through the clouds.
I got really blazed.
By the end I was paranoid that my co-workers (more on that later still) were actually part of some sting organization. Thankfully I listened to the pirate on the box, and I didn't drive.
0--- It's later. It's really distressing to find out how much your old friends can be assholes
So, I used to hang out with these guys. There were 3 periods of time for this.happening. The first when we were all in grade school, and I felt like we were the rejects. Whether the others found that or not, we were definantly the different ones.
The second time we hung out was when I got roped back in through Summer School, were I ran into one of the main ringleaders of our group. This led to a golden age of parties, dnd, friendship, wildness, and to one of the more important and twisted relationships of my life.
The third time is when we hooked up yet again, deciding to check up on an alternative school on the advice of one of them. Others followed, matched with people from times past, and new screwballs to initiate into the fold. It's at this point that the volitile mixture of meme, and memepool, magnified, until it grew into it's own miniculture, with respected and oft repeated icons such as Stewie Griffon, and Homer Simpson. As well as the inane creations of our own resident hyper extroverts. Random screeching was not an uncommon event.
I moved away again and touch was lost. They seemed to vibe badly with my new love and fiance. This kind of thing, combined with the distance, and the isolated microculture made the party on friday weird. They start by telling me that my fiance shouldn't come because there's not going to be enough food.
Of course, as soon as arrive I get told to stuff my face, cause there is more than could possibly get eaten. So I watch two movies in relatively awkward silence. Get the things that I had forgotten their over time, and make sure they reaize just how pissy they were.
They give me an excuse, which if I paraphrase it in a way that's not trying to make gossip, is essentially this.
"Well, we met at the university for lunch, and cause she worked there I got a free one, anyway she reached into her pocket and pulled out cheese."
Fuck that shit yo, I went home.
damn, it's almost like invalidating an entire portion of your life.
--- the later still part will have to come later still.
but just as a spoiler. It involves my gigantic phallus! no, really!
ok, well, not exactly.
anyways, peace and love.
I think it's the hat
ever since that last night at my old friends house(more on that later) and I got my hat back, its been constant partying, everywhere I go. I worked once in between the haze, and there was more still that I could have. The days take on an epic porportion. Events are foretold, and omens sift through the clouds.
I got really blazed.
By the end I was paranoid that my co-workers (more on that later still) were actually part of some sting organization. Thankfully I listened to the pirate on the box, and I didn't drive.
0--- It's later. It's really distressing to find out how much your old friends can be assholes
So, I used to hang out with these guys. There were 3 periods of time for this.happening. The first when we were all in grade school, and I felt like we were the rejects. Whether the others found that or not, we were definantly the different ones.
The second time we hung out was when I got roped back in through Summer School, were I ran into one of the main ringleaders of our group. This led to a golden age of parties, dnd, friendship, wildness, and to one of the more important and twisted relationships of my life.
The third time is when we hooked up yet again, deciding to check up on an alternative school on the advice of one of them. Others followed, matched with people from times past, and new screwballs to initiate into the fold. It's at this point that the volitile mixture of meme, and memepool, magnified, until it grew into it's own miniculture, with respected and oft repeated icons such as Stewie Griffon, and Homer Simpson. As well as the inane creations of our own resident hyper extroverts. Random screeching was not an uncommon event.
I moved away again and touch was lost. They seemed to vibe badly with my new love and fiance. This kind of thing, combined with the distance, and the isolated microculture made the party on friday weird. They start by telling me that my fiance shouldn't come because there's not going to be enough food.
Of course, as soon as arrive I get told to stuff my face, cause there is more than could possibly get eaten. So I watch two movies in relatively awkward silence. Get the things that I had forgotten their over time, and make sure they reaize just how pissy they were.
They give me an excuse, which if I paraphrase it in a way that's not trying to make gossip, is essentially this.
"Well, we met at the university for lunch, and cause she worked there I got a free one, anyway she reached into her pocket and pulled out cheese."
Fuck that shit yo, I went home.
damn, it's almost like invalidating an entire portion of your life.
--- the later still part will have to come later still.
but just as a spoiler. It involves my gigantic phallus! no, really!
ok, well, not exactly.
anyways, peace and love.