My Morning Jacket
well this morning i did the same routine, snooze button for 40 minutes, hot shower, 5ish minutes of porn, cig, clothes, bowl, keys, peace. today was going to be a different kinda day though.... yayayan is out of town and i have the place all to myself. i get into work and do a little shit and then call dwelly re: lunch + pickup. i owed him money for half an onion. but i also have to stop by the old frattastic house to pickup some other illicits because this kid owed me 40 from poker and he brought over a huge shroomin bag to the last poker game and i said he can pay me back through those. so i walk outside with my morning jacket on and its fucking 70 DEGREES in this city today. and its february 3 for christs sake. poppa shoobies bday. so i go to the house, dwellis goes to the house, we settle the money situation for all this shit, then he goes to get subs, i go to let his buddy into his apartment, we eat, we smoke, we watch adult swim, dwelly grinds up a half onion and begins to soak it in oil. reese's special brownies are being baked and cooled as we speak. shrooms are in my jacket pocket. and i have 3/8 of an onion to pick back up after i leave security central over here at work. needless to say, i forgot to leave the boom back at dwellys so technically there are about 6 grams of some fungus in my morning jacket which i didnt even need today because its so fucking hot out. did i mention its friday? sweet. yesss, as i was quickly typing this blog i had a 2:30 phone call conference that was cancelled due to the fact that all the lazy ass white people here are lazy ass white people. you know that black crowes song good friday? i feel like its gonna be that kind of good friday for 3 straight days this weekend. so bottom line is, if the weather holds you can come see me and all my crazy antics as i run walk yog crawl roll stretch bend crouch hide cry laugh wig out flip out and visualize the most insane shit in piedmont park saturday. i can be found tonight laughing my head off and asian-eyeing hot girls whilst listening to dank tunes at cj's landing on brownies. sunday, probably more tripping but less outdoor activities as i try to park my ass somewhere warm and comfy for 4 hours and get retarted for SBXL. i have 220 bucks comin my way if the steel curtain drops on seattle. ladies, if you feel like its gonna be a wild weekend and you miss the old days of irresponsible behavior where you could ingest all this fucked up shit and let your mind say no while your body says yes, holler back. gentlemen, since we know that plea wont work, perhaps i will see you around the city. everyone else (dogs?), have a stupendous weekend. out.