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about the crack and smack and whack that hits the street

We spent the day in Middle Earth and it was a good place to be.

However, sitting on the couch for five hours in near-dark, eating junk food and not moving except to pee drains you of any energy you may have had when you first sat down.

I wanted to deal with some of the comments about the post below, but I haven't a brain cell left that feels like working. There's always tomorrow. Hopefully.

9:00 and I'm going back on the couch for the night. Rainy, cold days are like that. You just want to snuggle up and watch the CNN special about kids smoking embalming fluid.

Do you ever wonder if the drugs you did as a kid have are having left their lasting impressions on your brain?

Comments

You know, that nail polish remover was nasty going down, but, the resulting buzz was great! NOT!

I know what the consequences of my teenage drug use was. I know what my early adulthood drug use did to me, too.

I stick with alcohol and nicotine these days and that's all I need.

I'm STILL working on fucking up my brain patterns in later life. I'm implimenting Plan D right now...

'Now, John, open wide. We're going to cram as much cheap Danish beer down your throat as possible, then encourage you to write ranting insane emails about the depravity of Oasis or the terrifying hell of being drawn entirely in thick chalk at 4am, thus significantly reducing your options for future social occasions'

Mmm, yes. 'For what we are about to recieve, may the lord make us truly thankful, or better still buy us a really good mail blocking system'

Drugs, Alcohol, guitar and singing into the late hours...now all i need to do is leave the house and im like a reeeeeeeal rock star, mommy. And, yes, reverend, it's been several weeks since my last serious posting...

Five hail marys, dude...and get a life already.

I'm STILL working on fucking up my brain patterns in later life. I'm implimenting Plan D right now...

'Now, John, open wide. We're going to cram as much cheap Danish beer down your throat as possible, then encourage you to write ranting insane emails about the depravity of Oasis or the terrifying hell of being drawn entirely in thick chalk at 4am, thus significantly reducing your options for future social occasions'

Mmm, yes. 'For what we are about to recieve, may the lord make us truly thankful, or better still buy us a really good mail blocking system'

Drugs, Alcohol, guitar and singing into the late hours...now all i need to do is leave the house and im like a reeeeeeeal rock star, mommy. And, yes, reverend, it's been several weeks since my last serious posting...

Five hail marys, dude...and get a life already.

Wow, don't you just hate it when that happens.

I think I'll blame God personally for that. Mmmmm, yes...

La la la

And, at that, Delirium turned into a hundred brightly coloured fishes...

Heck, I still am a kid..

I quit drugs a long time ago but I still have have the occasional acid flashback! Fish!

One look at my blog and you'll see what drugs can do to you. It's ugly man! Just say no!

I'm still trying to make up for what I DIDN'T as a kid.

Late bloomer, but I'm picking up speed..

Just say no!

drugs? what drugs??

i want a rainy, cold day, dammit!

"We care a lot!"

I should've included this in my last comment. Francisco and I went to see a few bands play at the Roxy on Friday night, but they were showing Lord of the Rings (with subtitles!) on a big screen next to the stage -- for a little while, we totally ignored the performers and were watching the movie.

Thanks for the Faith No More reference. We Care A Lot!!!!!!!

Sorry for ignoring the content but the title got me singing in my head.