2004-08-28 - 7:06 p.m.
rebels, throw yo' fists in the air/ bitches, throw yo' tits in the air!

this computer business is not working out for me. all i want to do is:

• get fucking yahoo! messenger to stop automatically turning itself on (ooh...) every time i turn on my fucking computer. it already takes about twenty minutes to fucking startup! i don't need yahoo! messenger anyway! i think i'll just uninstall it. fuckers.

• bring back pollypeptide and so-annoyed. every now and then i check on them, to see if they're up yet, and every time i get the error page, so i click the proper link and it tells me my diary's in the queue to be regenerated and will be back up in an hour or so. fuck that, bitch, i clicked that link for the first time like four days ago and have clicked it at least once a day ever since, and what has happened? what, exactly? oh yeah that's right, a big fat fucking NOTHING AT ALL.

end of rant.

so jon. i went on over to his casa and spent a few hours over there with him, sarah, darling drunken puking asshole josh (but i do love him, you see), and fine as all hell khem. i want to hump his butt. anyway, had a little wine, just a little, and then... and then... josh's pot guy showed up, and he bought a $40 sack, and packed the bubbler... and twice it came around to me... and twice i refused! yes! that's the first time i've ever been able to turn down drugs.

and boy was everyone surprised.

see, anyone who knows me at all knows that my absolute favorite drug, hands-down, is weed. love it. absolutely adore it. meth, coke, heroin, crack, DXM... eh, take 'em or leave 'em. but weed? never!

and anyone who knows me at all knows that i allowed weed to ruin my whole fucking life. a normal person adjusts her behavior to meet her goals, and i adjusted my goals to meet my pot-smoking behavior (bigbook thumping time). and that's why i'm on academic probation at my local motherfucking community college.

i guess pot isn't such a menace to most people. to most people it's not even a real drug. but for me, though––it was indeed the be-all and end-all of my entire existence for, oh, a year and a half, two years? and now today? for the first time ever?

I FUCKING TURNED IT DOWN!

so, again, go me.

BEAN-N-BACON ain't nothin' but a slut to me

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong