August 7th, 2002 - "the insightful part of the nite"

work with me here...work with me..i am having trouble typing..and uh....seeing for that matter, its really unfotunate right now. its gonna take me a lot longer with all the backspacing and squinting. but i was thinking..i think my computer either gets pissed or jealous when i go to get high. like i take my time...my cleverness and my wit. that is a lot. and i put up a "witty" away message and get all proud of myself and excited at the thought of getting messages while i was away..then go thru all the preparation and shit...like yo check this out..i remember to bring my bong into the the house from my car. thinking i was all set..no problem..however..my dad then locks up the house. and what did i leave in the car? the goods. shit. so now i gutta sneak out the back when he goes to bed and run in the darkness and in my pajamas to my car and get while creeping past my brother and sister who are sleeping in the living room with the windows open adn who are prolly still awake..and manage to retreieve it, lock the car...which fucking beeps when you lock it, then sneak back in. then what did i forget. fucking water. so i had to sneak upstairs and get one of them...so i am finally on my way..wait what else is pertinent to this occasion...a lita..a fucking lita...what was in my car? my fucking lita..so i was about to give up on myself..when i remembered i hate quitters...so i rememberd my really long weird lita in my room for my incense and i was like ...word..and here i am. now. whoa. and i just consumed a whole lot of famous amos cookies which is unfortunate because for the past 2 days i havent eaten much and i was really happy with that. fuck this life. word.