'Shrooms

So, a couple of nights ago I tried mushrooms, and I'm not talking about the Portobello kind you buy at the supermarket either. It was to say the least an interesting experience, although the ones that we got were not very effective, we still had a good hallucinating time.

I don't recommend going on shrooms in a dark house with dark hallways and creaking floorboards, it's just not a very smart thing to do if you like to keep your wits about you. The house across the street was pretty frightening to say the least, not to mention the spirit of the tortured young girl my friend kept on seeing down the hallway towards the bathroom. It's really tough to put a shrooms trip into words that a non-user can understand.

So if you didn't understand anything I just said, well that's just plain too bad for you. I'll probably be trying them at the next opportunity, as we had a really great time, even if it was the scariest few hours of my life.

Something or other.

Just felt like writing, so here:

"Clouds flew lazily overhead, soaring through the distant blue sea that was the sky. It was a summer afternoon, the air was warm but not quite hot, just the way we liked it, Frankie and I. Mother came out of the house with a tall cool glass of lemonade, Frankie ran towards her as usual, huffing and puffing and wagging his tail. My best friend was a dog, I'm not one to admit it openly, but it wasn't something I was ever ashamed of.

"Mother shooed my best friend away as she brought me a glass of the pale yellow elixir. I drank quickly, taste wasn't an idea in my mind, mother frowned at her hard sweetening work gone to waste. I knew she wouldn't be upset long. Frankie stuck his snout into the glass, trying to grasp that last bits of flavour with his tongue. We laughed at his attempts, it was the happiest time of my life."

I turned now to the listener of my tale, a young pretty girl, bound and gagged to a chair. The single lightbulb swung slowly, lazily like the clouds in my memories and shone light across her face in deep swaying motions. I watched the tears bud from her eyes and grow to her chin, she was afraid.

"Ssh, hush now darling," I cooed, "Frankie's long dead my dear. Those were the happiest times of my life back in the country with my dog and my family."

I paused, almost coming to tears myself at the sweet memories of my youth, "No!" I stammered, "You were the ones whoe destroyed it all, you cast down my cherished thoughts and stole them all for yourself, you and your people disgust me!" Rage was now welling within me, an uncontrollable rage. Anger scares most people, with me, at this time, with this person, anger feed the fear, and the fear became my rage. Fear of being wiped clean, eliminated, erased, no. I wasn't going to go like that, not like my dear dog.

I pulled the gag from her mouth, the barrel of my pistol insisted very strongly that she not scream. It seemed she was lead by fear as well, for she didn't scream. For that matter, she never did much of anything again; the trigger was lighter then I had thought, it was easy to pull. Red, scarlet, blood, everywhere. It was then that the laughter hit me, I was doing it, Frankie! I've got things under control now, you'll see, I'll make it right.

My Final Fantasy Job

Mediator You scored 27% physical, 20% magic, 44% versatile, and 61% good!

Your talents lie not in strength or magic, but your ability to get your way through talking to people (and sometimes other things.) You prefer to avoid fights and can often work your way out of them. As the name implies, you are also good at regulating disputes between other people, preferring peaceful resolutions to combat. But in a tight spot, you can also destroy enemy morale. You're handy to have around, but unfortunately there are times when talk will simply fail.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 13% on physical You scored higher than 2% on mystical You scored higher than 52% on versatile You scored higher than 54% on good

Link: The Final Fantasy Job Class Test written by Artscrafter on Ok Cupid

Work

Yeah, a 12 hour shift in the dead of night with nothing to do.

It's going to be a boring as fuck night again.

If you're wondering about some of the colour and image changes, I'm slowly converting the graphics and code into something a little less ordinary. I do stress the word 'slowly' because I'm lazy.

CrossDressing

One of my friends seems to have taken to crossdressing.

Check it out.

What a very odd person he is.

Comments anyone?

420

So April 20th 2005 came and left again quite quickly. I'm sure everyone knows by now that Apr20th is also Internation Pot Smoking Day! Too bad I didn't get any marijuana to smoke on that day. The first year that I would have been in line to celebrate and I can't because of fucking work and money issues. Stupid fucking work.

Anyways, I don't anyone around here had much of a good time, so I guess I can be accompanied in my misery, if that's really any consolation at all.

Random Prattle

Yeah, just feeling a little random today after the night of drinking and smoking marijuana. It was a normal Saturday night, but when you're hanging around with four people who are on extasy and you aren't, it's kind of a buzzkill. Oh wel, it was fun while it lasted for those few hours before everyone started getting hit with the effect really hard. I've sign up for Nexopia for some reason, I think I was told to by a friend. I'm not sure why I did it, I mean, what can Nexopia do for me? Nothing I bet...

Nothing at all.

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The plodding monotony of the drip soon made itself very clear in my mind as I snapped from my trance-like state. It's was completely silent in the room, save for that drip, I wondered what it was as I noticed a salty taste in my mouth. It was dark, but I could still make out the unmistakable scarlet now staining my fingertips. What had happened I wondered, why was there blood in my mouth? I glanced down upon my form and noticed the same scarlet staining my shirt, it was like a dark crimson beacon trying to remind my what I'd done. My mind was too warped from whatever had happened to clue in however, as I refocused my eyes about the room, familiar shapes started to creep out of the shadows. This was my apartment... I've lived here long enough to recognize it in the pale light that refracted in through the small window.

All was silent and calm, except for the drip... Looking around myself I realized I was not the source. A bit of exploring in the blackness proved to me a horrible event had just occured. There was a body forming out from the shadows, it hung silently in the darkness, swaying ever so slightly in some unfelt draft. I cried out in terror, but the words from my mouth were foreign, the were my words and my voice, yet somehow it was all distant. I approached the body, my footsteps echoed throughout the apartment. I thumbed my pocket for a source of light and found a matchbook. Quickly I snapped one to life and cried out again, this time in anger and fear. Once again my voice seemed to fall on ears that would not hear it, the light provided to me the last emotion scrawled across my dead sister's face, despair.

There she was, my baby sister, hanging from the ceiling of my home, gutted like a flounder. Vengeful thoughts took my already weakened mind as tears seemed to streamed down my face. Who had done this? Why? I felt the last moments of pain that were deeply engrained within her wide eyes. It made me almost sick to see one loved so dearly in a condition like this. I screamed in rage, but once again my voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. The last moments of conciousness were fleeting, as the match burnt out, so did my will to live, and so it was that I was taken from life.

Jorb!

Well, I did actually manage to find a job, go me.

Hopefully it'll be decent enough, working security at nighttime. It's not like this is a very dangerous city, it's fucking Canada for god's sake. Well, I'll report back to you after the first night of work tomorrow. You being the losers who are actually reading this of course.

As always, bacon and circumstance.

Being Poor...

Being poor is easily the worst affliction known to man. I think I'd rather have AIDs and Cancer before I'd choose to be poor. Unfortunately as with serious fatal diseases, you don't get to pick when they happen. I've come down with a pretty bad case of 'having no money' for about the past month and it's a real pain in the amusement centre of my brain.

Haven't been able to party in over a month, haven't left the house except to look for work in over a month. It's just god damn rootin' tootin' depressin'. I'll be on my way out in a little bit to borrow a pack of smokes from a generous friend who's just cured his poorness with a healthy dose of payday. Man I miss paydays...

What to add?

I've been looking at my blog a lot lately, wondering exactly what should be added to improve it, I'm already planning a graphical overhaul to make it appear prettier. However what kinds of links and things should I be adding here? Perhaps a bio page detailing my life, maybe a page dedicated to my writing?

If you've got any suggestions feel free to drop them off in the comments box.

April First

Well, another year another bad April Fool's day, I hate having to navigate through all of the crappy April Fool's jokes that the various websites I visit have set up. It just angers me to the point of rage and fear. Can't we just delete this stupid 'holiday'?