i could get used to a vicodin-infused lifestyle.
i can't wait for roommate michelle to get home because i am so fucking lonely. even though the place is a mess and she'll be disappointed, she will surely bring pot with her. stupid going home for easter. i asked her if it was sacrilegious to smoke pot on a religious holiday and she said the bible doesn't say anything about drugs, except that your body is a temple. i think it's disrespectful to seek a reality different from that which was given to you by your maker. that's why i'm an atheist: all the drugs, none of the guilt!
yeah. that's why i'm an atheist.
i made a libertines cd and now i am in love. they're playing here not too long from now (unless i'm insane and they already played), and the boy and i are planning on going. considering our last few ventures to the world of society, we probably won't make it. the not drinking kills the mood. i miss going to shows, but the boy brings out the antisocial in me and none of my friends here like the same music as i. imagine that: i move to seattle for the rain and the music and it's one of the dryest winters ever and i'm too lazy to go out. i can't wait to move to san francisco. because ... um ... it'll be different there.
i found out that netflix has the tales of the city miniseries on dvd, so of course, i rented them. they were fabulous. i mean, for a pbs miniseries, they certainly fulfilled all my expectations. yay.
i really didn't want to eat today, so i was trying to sleep through the hunger. now i'm not really hungry, but i'm bored as all hell. i don't want to do any of the shit i was supposed to do (laundry, finish dying hair, post shit on ebay), all i want to do is sit in front of the tv and veg.
mmmm. veg.