I woke up with a cigarette in my fingers, lighter in my hand.
I lit my cigarette. Put in the Happening. I was the first one awake. I went to bed at 5 and woke up at 8. No rest for the wicked, huh? The movie was alright. People died in hilarious ways. Maybe that’s fucked up to say.
I smoked a lot of weed last night and drank a lot of alcohol. Cherrybomb, vodka, wine, octoberfest brew, what have you. We played KINGS. Andy got shitfaced because he wouldn’t stop drawing and we all picked him for stuff. Fun times.
I smoked two full bowls today. You can’t comprehend how much stress I’ve been going through lately. I know I have a lot to be thankful for, but sometimes it’s hard to realize over some of the things I have.
Watched the Happening, and Shutter, and Shaun of the Dead. I’m a horror movie kinda guy. Oh well.
I wish I still had a cigarette.
