Famous last words of "I feel like this 100 proof nonsense is a sham" were spoken before the pouring of last cocktails and slipping into a part of the night that is not in my memory. I remember dancing to Wu Tang, by myself, in my backyard, and listening to "When the Levee Breaks" in my brother's car while he smoked a bowl. You could probably write the scene for a movie about white trash suburbanites trying to get their kicks in this world based off when my brother and I hang out. I have to say that you could base a scene for a movie off of it because I'm too proud to just say that that's what we are.
So I spent the day mildly hungover and feeling fat/bloated, but having the inability to stop eating. It was one of those insatiable hangovers where once you realize you're hungry, you realize you are REALLY FUCKING HUNGRY, and if you don't eat now, the world might end. You don't care what it is or the fact that you are "on a diet," you just fucking grub. And thats what I did today. I feel all soft in the middle, but I'm pretty sure I'm about to eat a cookie.
Now for some awkward bitching:
I went to my childhood/lifelong surf break today and it felt weird. The waves were like stop-and-go traffic and the crowed was full of cocky kooks in a multitude of levels. Its so awkward when people you know don't say "hi" to you, or aren't as friendly with you as they were at another point in time. Its like "bro, we've gotten drunk together before" or "Um, we're friends on facebook. You know who I am and vice versa. Does that not warrant a greeting? No? Okay, you're a d-bag." But of course I would never say that, I just look at them for awhile, wait for them to glance over and pull some "Oh hey! I didn't see you!" bit, but they don't. So weird, how people function. Such weirdos, the lot of em.
What is the difference between this and livejournal?
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