Today has been a very shitty day, and also semi-decent in a few ways.
I woke up around 10:00, which was nice.
Got up, tried to work on some hemp stuff... got bored and decided to just go on and run my errands.
I was all ready to go of course, simply waiting on my brother to bring my car home on his lunch break.
Waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting...
Finally it was five minutes till his next class and still no car. I started to get pissed.
Then we get a phone call. That little bitch was screwing around and hopped my fucking PERFECT cherry red 240sx on to a line of BOULDERS!
@#$%^&! No body damage but he totally FUCKED half the shit directly under the poor car. It's going to be between four and eight hundred to fix.
Ugh, I hate him.
I did give everyone the middle finger though and took my parents volvo out to get some groceries. We visited Jeff in the produce section (I needed tomatoes you see). He hugged me, it helped a little.
We went home, I took a shower... Adena cooed and did her screechy thing.
I got a package from jadewaterflame
and that was FUCKING rad, man. Thanks to her, I am listening to a kickass cd and also had the pleasure of smoking a PHAT pina~colada flavored blunt with Jeffrey after he was done with work. Hell yeah! We drove up to Memorial Cemetery and Sonya and Adena hung out in the car while Jeff and I wandered around with our smoke. We found a little bench in a mini-garden where we sat and smoked, ooohing and ahhing over brilliant rays of sunlight piercing through the clouds and bathing portions of the hills in pale yellow. It was a nice moment. And
it totally tasted like pina coladas.
Jeff appreciates things like rays of sun and I like that.
The last part of the day was not quite as nice and really more like something I would rather enjoy forgetting. Always nice to hear that your emotions are offensive and impossible to be around. One day, I will be able to surround myself with people that actually like me.
Maybe not. Maybe I am just a sad, pathetic person and I should be shot or something.
I don't know. I'm so confused at this point that I don't know what I am, where I should be, or who I am supposed to be. It certainly isn't who I am. That would be too easy, right?
Sometimes I wish I didn't care at all about what anyone else thought.