February 2012
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23, February 2012
It’s nice that I legitimately cut down to only smoking with other people/smoking occasionally by myself before bed.
I haven’t waked and baked/gotten stoned in the middle of the day by myself in weeks. I feel a lot less marijuana dependent, although I still do smoke.
Only smoking a few times a week makes sense. Maybe in a few weeks I’ll actually cut down to once a week, and...
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I check out everyone’s butt, and if that makes me a pervert, so be it.
peachesandcream-:
i miss morning sex
Blogging in ENG101 on my phone. This serves the function of Facebook.
I’m really tired, so I’m going to go to the gym and do like a half hour of cardio and then I’ll go to yoga and then hopefully I’ll come and I’ll crash.
My body feels fuckin’ great. My mind is fried.
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21, February 2012
My mother sent me a boxful of jewelry for my birthday. I haven’t sifted through it because it doesn’t intrest me. Today I told my mom I wear it all of the time. She asked me for my favorite piece. I said it was the necklace with turquoise stones and beige shells. I have no idea if there’s a necklace anything like that inside of that chest. She got excited and declared it was her...
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There is a poet inside of me. There is an author inside of me.
A lady. A bitch.
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It really sucks I was never given, and never will be given, the opportunity to fuck Jimi Hendrix.
“If there is niggas in Paris you can put niggas in Facebook.”
– Larry (response to my refusal to write “niggas” on Facebook)
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I deleted my Facebook, and I want to find a better place to blog. Hmp. Between Aldo and Barnes and Noble, I’m working 18 hours this week. It feels great to not be a bum.
I’m actually proud of myself, I’ve been studying for this Anthropology exam for at least a week or so. If I fuck up, it is because of inherent incompetence, not procrastination.