reading
baking sugar cookies
writing and reworking two pieces for entry into a local writing competition
blowing my nose
watching football
organizing the new blog, The Double R
thinking about quitting
meditating
mulling over the season finale of “Six Feet Under”
spending time with the sister
making my boyfriend sick
taking a break from the gym
sleeping
tripping unto the light fantastic
considering getting a puppy
starting a new project
Things I’ve Been Doing Besides Blogging
September 20th, 2004 | Lists
6 comments ↓
Oooh, i read that. It’s very not bad.
I highly recommend “Hannibal,” the book but NOT the shitty movie.
It’s amazing how Thomas Harris decided to end his trilogy — Lecter is the misunderstood hero, he and Clarice live Nietschean ever after, drug trips are cool and enlightening, and really, eating people is actually pretty cool. You’ll never guess who asks for seconds on the fried brains.
Whatever else you might say, it wasn’t a “crowdpleaser.”
quitting?
I quit drinking once, but then I remembered the words of my grandpa on his death bed, “tha… tha… frump… rose bud” Yeah I needed a drink after that. I figured, the black outs aren’t really so bad after you get used to them, and honestly everybody seemed happier when I was in the blessed state of inebriation. I suppose the drinking was good because it kept me off of the speed balls. In retrospect I miss the coke. The paranoia, the shakes, the head rush, the feeling as is your on the top of the world, and then the fuck’n boat gives out from under you. Nothing like snorting a semesters tuition through a wrapped up 20 in your nose. Some people asked me aren’t you better now that your off the stuff? I generally say, “I suppose. Its just another fuckin choice.” People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all, we’re not fucking stupid. At least, we’re not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you’re still nowhere near it. When you’re on coke you have only one worry: scoring. When you’re off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other fucked up shit. Got no money: can’t get laid. Got money: drinking too much. Can’t get a girl: no chance of a ride. Got a woman: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some Baseball team ( the fuckin mets) that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don’t matter when you’ve got a sincere and truthful coke habit.,
I’ve been watching trainspoting to much….
Buy a pup!!!
My boyfriend gave me a Lhasa Apso last year for my birthday. You’ll never regret it!
We love our Boston Terrier puppy :)
Puppies are hyper and have spastic colons. Kitties, on the other hand…well, OK, there’s the hairball issue there, but heck with that.
http://www.ratemykitten.com I’m meeeeeeeelting!
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