Satispressed.... or Depratisfied
June 10th 2007 04:10
Soooo satisfied after friday night... and depressed... and still recovering...
No more bitching about not doing enough drugs... i WELL and truly took care of that. It was my friend's 21st on friday, and he threw a pretty mean party. Turntables, DJ's (which were his friends), smoke machine, laser lights... oh yes.
And a 50l tub of goon punch.
That afternoon, I got on to around a 3/4 ounce of grass. 1/4 went straight to a friend, with a half for me. Right before I'm about to pick up, the guy who's throwing the party calls me. They are shit out of luck, because their weed dealer can't get on until the next day. Fair enough I say, being the excellent friend I am, I will supply you for the evening. He is eternally grateful, and promises to reimburse me with weed when he gets on the next day.
Some may call it a coincidence, me getting those buds in the situation. I call it destiny.
So we rock up, and the birthday boy is FUCKED... completely and utterly out of his head. He's already drunk as a skunk, taken some pills, and done a line of something (he doesn't quite remember what). Shit yeah, pills. But first... the 50l tub of (great tasting) goon punch. I put a dent in that, and start to stumble around everywhere. Then I remember that someone has pills. Lots of pills.
Now, let me explain. I have a good time when I'm on pills. A VERY good time. If there is someone nearby that is offering well priced pills, I will sometimes not think straight and buy more than I should.... especially if I've been drinking goon punch as if my life depended on it.
The party was your average house party... a small group of goths got kicked out because one of them (a real cunt) called the birthday boy gay (seriously... i call my friends gay all the time, but not when they're in that state and not unless we're real close... apparently this guy was a vague acquaintance of the party boy and shouldn't have even been there).. everyone got blind... birthday boy spewing all over the front walkway... bongs bongs and more bongs.
Recap the night. I drink a fuckload of goon punch, eat 4 pills and smoke at LEAST 20 bongs (that i can remember).
I end up leaving the party at around 5.30, get lost trying to find the train station... which is like a 50m walk. Then get off the train, and miss the bus to get back, with the next bus not being for at least another hour and a half. Fine, it's not far to uni, I'll walk. I end up getting hopelessly lost and keep on falling asleep while im standing up.
Yes, I was so fucked up that I wandered around in a drugged stupor, and kept falling asleep while standing up, coming to in a real confused state. EVENTUALLY I find a citycat stop, and get the boat over to uni. Then walk back to college, just make it to my (girl)friend's room before passing out.
So yes, the lack of drug issue has been temporarily resolved... and now I feel depressed. Yes, it's only because I took an obscene amount of E a couple days back, but still...
I think I want to break up with the woman i'm quasi-dating. 3 reasons:
1. She is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ay too good for me.
2. She is totally anti-drugs... and is a vegan. That puts us at basically 0 in common.
3. She is wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaayyyyyyyy too good for me.
Smeh... I need to consider this issue very carefully... in a few days, when I'm thinking straight again. God it feels good to be scattered again.
I didn't think I'd ever say that. That's like missing hangovers. What is wrong with me?
OK time to end this rant. Keep your noses straight, kids. Don't do anything I'd do.
No more bitching about not doing enough drugs... i WELL and truly took care of that. It was my friend's 21st on friday, and he threw a pretty mean party. Turntables, DJ's (which were his friends), smoke machine, laser lights... oh yes.
And a 50l tub of goon punch.
That afternoon, I got on to around a 3/4 ounce of grass. 1/4 went straight to a friend, with a half for me. Right before I'm about to pick up, the guy who's throwing the party calls me. They are shit out of luck, because their weed dealer can't get on until the next day. Fair enough I say, being the excellent friend I am, I will supply you for the evening. He is eternally grateful, and promises to reimburse me with weed when he gets on the next day.
Some may call it a coincidence, me getting those buds in the situation. I call it destiny.
So we rock up, and the birthday boy is FUCKED... completely and utterly out of his head. He's already drunk as a skunk, taken some pills, and done a line of something (he doesn't quite remember what). Shit yeah, pills. But first... the 50l tub of (great tasting) goon punch. I put a dent in that, and start to stumble around everywhere. Then I remember that someone has pills. Lots of pills.
Now, let me explain. I have a good time when I'm on pills. A VERY good time. If there is someone nearby that is offering well priced pills, I will sometimes not think straight and buy more than I should.... especially if I've been drinking goon punch as if my life depended on it.
The party was your average house party... a small group of goths got kicked out because one of them (a real cunt) called the birthday boy gay (seriously... i call my friends gay all the time, but not when they're in that state and not unless we're real close... apparently this guy was a vague acquaintance of the party boy and shouldn't have even been there).. everyone got blind... birthday boy spewing all over the front walkway... bongs bongs and more bongs.
Recap the night. I drink a fuckload of goon punch, eat 4 pills and smoke at LEAST 20 bongs (that i can remember).
I end up leaving the party at around 5.30, get lost trying to find the train station... which is like a 50m walk. Then get off the train, and miss the bus to get back, with the next bus not being for at least another hour and a half. Fine, it's not far to uni, I'll walk. I end up getting hopelessly lost and keep on falling asleep while im standing up.
Yes, I was so fucked up that I wandered around in a drugged stupor, and kept falling asleep while standing up, coming to in a real confused state. EVENTUALLY I find a citycat stop, and get the boat over to uni. Then walk back to college, just make it to my (girl)friend's room before passing out.
So yes, the lack of drug issue has been temporarily resolved... and now I feel depressed. Yes, it's only because I took an obscene amount of E a couple days back, but still...
I think I want to break up with the woman i'm quasi-dating. 3 reasons:
1. She is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ay too good for me.
2. She is totally anti-drugs... and is a vegan. That puts us at basically 0 in common.
3. She is wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaayyyyyyyy too good for me.
Smeh... I need to consider this issue very carefully... in a few days, when I'm thinking straight again. God it feels good to be scattered again.
I didn't think I'd ever say that. That's like missing hangovers. What is wrong with me?
OK time to end this rant. Keep your noses straight, kids. Don't do anything I'd do.
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