die motherfucker
what a fucking weekend. what a mind-altering attack on my brain. i have never been so lifted. i have never been so tired. right now all i can do is listen to digitally imported radio and stare. i'm pretty worthless in this work environment.
i love painkillers. sitting in a comfy chair and watching television for hours and hours. not sitting in this hard office chair and watching the nearly motionless lcd. at least it's an lcd. widescreen. 19" .. not terrible. it's not a samsung, though. crazyfoo has a 22" samsung. the same one i crave. one day i hope to have it. it hope to have two. that'd be so phat. i would never leave my room. i'm so jealous that he gets to stare at it every day. instead of stealing his pristine, samsung monitor, though .. i left the charger for my phone sitting in his living room. i knew it would happen. do i care? ask me if i care .. nah. i have a charger here on my desk at work. fuck it.
i've had this screen up for so many hours. i can't make myself write anything. i just want to go home and stare at some mindless television. i would say i want to smoke some herb but i don't. crazyfoo's weed is so much better than mine. in every possible way. his glass is even better. the mexican crap i smoke tastes like butthole. i remember at one point crazyfoo said we should change out the water in the bong 'cause it was starting to taste like chapped ass -- i had no idea .. it all tasted so wonderful and awesome .. i bet even if the water was weeks old i would still enjoy the holy shit out of it.
anyway, i have more to say but i think i'm about to leave the office. maybe when i get home and smoke some "weed" (i use the term loosely) i'll write some more.