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2013 26 November :: 6.11pm
:: Mood: content
:: Music: Link Wray - Big City After Dark
Going to spend the evening smoking bong resin and watching Neon Genesis Evangelion.
I've decided to be a dweeb once more, instead of the alternative, which is being a boring, arrogant herbert with a sour outlook. In truth, both options are sad, but at least the bong-ripping dweeb enjoys things and has a less gruff outlook on existence and all that existing entails (eating shit, growing old, and so on).
Yes, I'll be a dweeb.
P.S.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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2013 22 November :: 5.30pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: The Ramones - Wart Hog
...and now my mother has been fired from her job (her first time - the cherry has finally been shattered).
She will live in abject poverty as I do, although with all her fancy-smancy references she'll back to middle-class in no time flat. But, for the time being, she will have the best glimpse into how things function in the Really Real World, hemmed in by smelly, loud, idiotic, extraordinarily fertile poor people with too many children and too little to occupy their time other than oxycotin addiction and daytime TV.
It will be enlightening.
For her, that is...I've seen and done it all before (aren't I the seasoned old man, eh?). Now all I have to do is convince her that bong-rips are a recreational activity, and that Ramen is the cornerstone of every meal from breakfast to dinner. And NyQuil is a perfectly acceptable substitute for milk and tea.
Quoth the average Southerner, "I'll learn her good, mm-hmm."
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2013 19 November :: 5.20pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: The Locust - Alas, Here Come the Hypochondriacs to Wait With You in the Lobby
Got shot down by another girl the other night, but at least my friend was blasted out of the sky as well by his prospective hook-up, otherwise I'd be in a fouler mood than anyone could imagine.
Try me.
Moving along: I have accepted that I will die alone, but first I'll get fat, go bald, all after ascending to the middle-class. There are worse fates, but not too many, and frankly the prospect of meeting one such as that is enough to make one jump off a bridge (after shooting oneself in the head, because people survive falls of that nature and the results are, well...). Tough shit, I guess.
I suppose I shouldn't bitch and moan, seeing as I still have masturbation and the myriad distractions people immerse themselves in when things are going their way, but as of late those things seem rather...uh...empty? Meaningless? I can't find the adjective, so those will have to suffice for now.
I need to start pretending to be a wigger or a GQ herbert.
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2013 12 November :: 6.55pm
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: see below
Sometimes I love my life.
Nothing like a peaceful evening of Godzilla movies accompanied by obnoxiously loud music, and bong-loads.
I have no complaints today.
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2013 12 November :: 6.53pm
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2013 8 November :: 3.16pm
:: Mood: indifferent
:: Music: Darkthrone - I Am the Working Class
Flat broke, nothing to do, and I have to spend the day driving to the southside to look for a new crummy job so I can support my lousy existence.
And so on....
But it could be worse, I suppose. Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe...who cares? I don't know.
Moving along...
It's twenty after three and the hangover persists. Aspirin is useless, and I've run out of weed. Yadda yadda, who gives a shit? Being a grown-up is overratted.
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2013 7 November :: 6.13pm
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2013 5 November :: 5.44pm
:: Mood: optimistic
Much better.
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2006 0 November :: 12.00am
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