Why is it that I can hear the maintenance crew outside like they were right next to the window, yet I'm on the third floor?

Weird. This life bores me. I've done too much, too quickly. I can't find things to amuse me anymore, it seems I just hole up and barricade myself as much as I can.

Someone pull me out of this rut and show me a REAL good

After 18 hours I am more than glad that trip is over.

Well, before I turn into a useless blob, I figured I should write about how this trip is, seeing as what a rare occasion it is. As I'm sure most of you are aware of, I managed to finagle a 20 sheet of high powered blotters, and I do mean HIGH powered. If it weren't for the ghb, I'd have been rendered incoherent hours ago. Even as I type this, the ( Read more... )

So.
I'm not going.
I'm spending my trip money on an obscene amount of acid.
So, hey.
If you want some acid ($18 a hit, sorry kids.), drop me a line.

As for me?

I'm going on a trip to Cidney.

I quickly see my trip falling apart in front of me.

I'm not happy. Not at all.

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I'm watching New Jack City, and I could not be happier.

2 more weeks and I'm outta here kids!

PE(A)CE.

Cheddar...

What the fuck?

I have nothing to say. There are no words for being this destroyed.