many ill-tempered and wildly talented people i once loathed but grew to love know this for a fact.
now before anyone types some numbnuts shit, i'm SERIOUS here. don't feed the beast or shoot gasoline on the bonfire.
my...suffering...is..real!
mouth breathing just ain't RIGHT!
it's when i can't take the snot, man, it's that fucking horrible thick goopy vile grey snot, struggling and half-breathing out of one nostril and all that. you combine having a head full of glop with the fact i've still got a seriously jacked shoulder and hey presto, jackass!
that god damned pretentious bubbly-smiley happy-grab-ass holiday spirit is hard to come by.
smoking dope is a no-go, too--i don't care what you're smoking it in today--no pipes, bongs or joints for me the next forty eight hours. i don't want 'em! that's why we have semi-legal-soon-to-be-legal pot in the wonderful state of california and it was a nice day to walk to the dispensary on geary to re-up on my chocolate blueberries.
why give the unholy plague-schlarve in your nostrils more particulate matter to struggle around?
the goal is to make it through tonight with no over-the-counter cold remedies--and ease my misery with green tea with lemon and honey and those tiny little balls in a blue tin.
if you hear me cursing and raging please don't be afraid: the cheap grocery store meds haven't worn off yet. sometimes i wonder what's put in these things at the factory matches what's in those evil little red caplets.
maybe i should just eat the whole goddamn tin of berries at once...
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