
thinking the very same thing as cars went by me
/good times
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:23,
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/good times

gimme a good drink and a smoke anytime

Some friends of mine once had a 'drug night' and asked why I wasn't getting involved.
I told them that I teeter on the jagged edge of reality as it is, and am not ready to make the final leap yet.
They replied that if I was going to start being poetic, I could fuck off.
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:28,
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I told them that I teeter on the jagged edge of reality as it is, and am not ready to make the final leap yet.
They replied that if I was going to start being poetic, I could fuck off.

At university I vividly recall dropping round at the house of some mates all of whom had dropped some very odd homebrew mushroom combination. I threw my self down onto a huge saggy beanbag and speared myself in the buttock with a steak knife that was caught in the folds... My rabid and sudden screaming did nothing for their poor addled heads and I have never seen such distraught looking faces as I launched them into the worst headfuck ever as they where faced with a chap who came round to their house just to scream and bleed at them!
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:41,
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On the Sunday of coming back from the Derby Bash I found my boyfriend and my flatmate high on weed, intertwined and massaging each others various body parts.
I stood in the doorway for a few seconds and then knocked and told them that I was heading to bed now, so could they keep the noise down.
They jumped a mile and looked as guilty as sin.
I haven't decided quite what to do yet. I think saying nothing worries them more.
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:55,
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I stood in the doorway for a few seconds and then knocked and told them that I was heading to bed now, so could they keep the noise down.
They jumped a mile and looked as guilty as sin.
I haven't decided quite what to do yet. I think saying nothing worries them more.