on medical marijuana/blood sports/club dragon
1. For the past week or so, there has been an alarmingly increasing number of dredlocked, goateed, tattooed, foul-smelling, tragically tacky, navy-blue-polyester-work-pants-haphazardly-cut-off-at-the-shins-wearing young white people flocking in and out of the building I worked at. And they all seemed to be going to the 9th floor. Today I find out why.
A medical marijuana clinic has opened up in the 9th floor of our building, called, of all things, Medi Cann. Yeah, I'm down enough with the streets to know that Cann = Cannibus!! And that Medi = Medical!!! In any case, I would like to know why a strong putrid stench of BO accompanies these hoodrats at 9 am in the morning? Go smoke da blunt, okay? But SHOWER PRZ. THX. I guess this is where they be getting their toke on. I thought only old school hippies who are dying of cancer took advantage of Marijuana as medicine, but I guess not.
2.
I forgot I was a member of this LJ community called bloodsports because I hadn't seen any posts since I joined it on a whim a while ago (along with raw_veganism, ganguro, and chubsnchasers, among a multitude of other communities). But hot moleys! I click to view my friends page this morning, and there's pictures of people with blood everywhere. JESUS CHRIST! People who cut themselves are lame. Just be a butcher. They're always around meat and blood and cuts, and you get to take home what you don't sell. Mmm.
3. I went to the new Gay Asian club in San Francisco, Club Dragon, this past weekend, with friends who were wearing slippers. Who wears slippers to go clubbing? Only those dang Asians!! That's always fun. If any of you every go, you can find me cutting an oriental rug up in the 2nd Floor hip-hop floor next to DJ Truth.
When a DJ plays like 16 bumpin' tunes in a row, that's cruelty. I was so tired after workin' it hardcore on Hollaback Girl (with some Deltas-style stepping), 1, 2 Step, Pass Dat Dutch (complete with faux-double-dutch moves), Will Smith's Switch (Me and Herb were all Afrikaan Chuuch on that gem) and many others, I started having peyote-induced-like hallucinations from extreme fatigue.
Tracy Chapman started manhandling me while I took a break from jigglin' that fat to Don't Cha. I saw her lips moving as though talking to me, and I'm all, What? I can't hear you! The music is too loud???!? And then she stuck her hand up my shirt and started caressing my stomach and pinching my nipples and so on, and I was like, Whoa there, Fast Car!!! Give me one reason to stay here, and I'll turn right back around!!! Just because I freaked you from behind to Milkshake does not mean you and your partner in crime, Mama Solis, can fondle me! That is sexual harrassment and I will not take it!!! Although it was more action that I've gotten, so that's sort of bittersweet.
Then there were these three random circuit boys with their backpacks, shorts, and chiseled chests laced out on designer crack jumping up and down unrhythmically to Outkast's The Way You Move and Lil Jim, I mean Kim's How Many Licks as though they were rollin' at Club Universe to some wordless thumping Junior Vasquez tune, and I'm all, what the heck?! And what's most importantly, why do circuit boys all have incredibly huge, long and perky nipples? Maybe it's a side-effect of taking drugs?? Does this mean that pre-rehab Whitney has some huge nipples? How will I know?
In conclusion, it's been a while since I've touched on the issue that is "Mariah." Expect a voluminous, flowery and elaborate post on this Ill Diva coming up soon. I've been hoarding. =D
Sneak peek
Who knew Mariah was related to Kira the gelfing? Wonders will never cease!
A medical marijuana clinic has opened up in the 9th floor of our building, called, of all things, Medi Cann. Yeah, I'm down enough with the streets to know that Cann = Cannibus!! And that Medi = Medical!!! In any case, I would like to know why a strong putrid stench of BO accompanies these hoodrats at 9 am in the morning? Go smoke da blunt, okay? But SHOWER PRZ. THX. I guess this is where they be getting their toke on. I thought only old school hippies who are dying of cancer took advantage of Marijuana as medicine, but I guess not.
2.
I forgot I was a member of this LJ community called bloodsports because I hadn't seen any posts since I joined it on a whim a while ago (along with raw_veganism, ganguro, and chubsnchasers, among a multitude of other communities). But hot moleys! I click to view my friends page this morning, and there's pictures of people with blood everywhere. JESUS CHRIST! People who cut themselves are lame. Just be a butcher. They're always around meat and blood and cuts, and you get to take home what you don't sell. Mmm.
3. I went to the new Gay Asian club in San Francisco, Club Dragon, this past weekend, with friends who were wearing slippers. Who wears slippers to go clubbing? Only those dang Asians!! That's always fun. If any of you every go, you can find me cutting an oriental rug up in the 2nd Floor hip-hop floor next to DJ Truth.
When a DJ plays like 16 bumpin' tunes in a row, that's cruelty. I was so tired after workin' it hardcore on Hollaback Girl (with some Deltas-style stepping), 1, 2 Step, Pass Dat Dutch (complete with faux-double-dutch moves), Will Smith's Switch (Me and Herb were all Afrikaan Chuuch on that gem) and many others, I started having peyote-induced-like hallucinations from extreme fatigue.
Tracy Chapman started manhandling me while I took a break from jigglin' that fat to Don't Cha. I saw her lips moving as though talking to me, and I'm all, What? I can't hear you! The music is too loud???!? And then she stuck her hand up my shirt and started caressing my stomach and pinching my nipples and so on, and I was like, Whoa there, Fast Car!!! Give me one reason to stay here, and I'll turn right back around!!! Just because I freaked you from behind to Milkshake does not mean you and your partner in crime, Mama Solis, can fondle me! That is sexual harrassment and I will not take it!!! Although it was more action that I've gotten, so that's sort of bittersweet.
Then there were these three random circuit boys with their backpacks, shorts, and chiseled chests laced out on designer crack jumping up and down unrhythmically to Outkast's The Way You Move and Lil Jim, I mean Kim's How Many Licks as though they were rollin' at Club Universe to some wordless thumping Junior Vasquez tune, and I'm all, what the heck?! And what's most importantly, why do circuit boys all have incredibly huge, long and perky nipples? Maybe it's a side-effect of taking drugs?? Does this mean that pre-rehab Whitney has some huge nipples? How will I know?
In conclusion, it's been a while since I've touched on the issue that is "Mariah." Expect a voluminous, flowery and elaborate post on this Ill Diva coming up soon. I've been hoarding. =D
Sneak peek
Who knew Mariah was related to Kira the gelfing? Wonders will never cease!