January 2012
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The most efficient way to get fucked up, I’ve learned, is to chug energy drink x vodka while smoking copious amounts of mary jane. I officially checked out of reality around 3pm; I may or may not have a problem. I literally had to peek out at my driveway just now to make sure I did indeed drive home. Still, nothing beats drunkenly running into an old connect and getting free weed ^_____^
Spring semester officially starts tomorrow and I have never felt more frustrated with life. I don’t know what is wrong with me that I would only allow myself afternoons free…apparently I was way too high when I signed up for classes (I was). My schedule is pretty much equivalent to a punch in the face.
Solution: yoga, pho, weed, and vodka.
Hello, Sunday.
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It’s actually really hard to not give a fuck.
I honestly can’t handle myself. Sometimes the people I cling to are also the people I hate. Actually, sometimes I just hate every person I’ve ever known, and I’m almost certain they hate me right back. I just feel like I’m never on the same page as others, and when I finally catch up, nobody is interested anymore. As often as I’ve been forgotten or overlooked or...
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Is it funny or scary to have no memory whatsoever of an entire night?
I feel like I lived through The Hangover, except the only evidence I have of what happened is in bruises and cuts -______-
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Blah. I am not starting off this year in the greatest of circumstances. I have a ridiculously annoying and painful cold, one of my best friends pretty much called me an apathetic bitch, and I haven’t smoked all day.
Beginning a new year doesn’t solve anyone’s problems, so why the fuck do we all celebrate it like everything will suddenly be different? I used to make resolutions...
