friends only

i don't actually believe in that shit. its usally there to make a point.

as you well know, i like it when random people read my shit.



death. and new life. i dig that kind of shit.

for posterity's sake

"so how did that happen; sex in a astrojump?"
"well, we were bouncing, and then i fell on his dick"

true story.

home

i got my old job back on friday. friday night i ended up drinking a swedish berry iced tea from coffee bean mixed with absolut with my manager from work while he drank two forties.

my retail job = my fake job while i look for my real job. anyways back to the vodka 40s

so we end up at la bar(cito) which is this gay dive bar on sanborn and sunset. its complete with trannies and mexican cowboys. newcastles in the cuts + bacon wraps + b&h + camel fliters = one bangin' hangover.

the point: i've had this hacking-brochital-death cough for the past month. its probably because i smoke half a pack a day. my dad smokes. danielle smokes. mom does NOT smoke. today after i got home from work, she walked into my room as i was tranferring cigarettes from one box to the other. she told me that i shouldnt smoke.

and as she says this, i get a coughing attack.

i expect her to scold me; that this coughing is because i smoke too much.

instead, she pats my back to help the cough along.

as a kid i was really aware of the balance that the universe required. like, i remember thinking as i recieved a math test with a good grade back in 4th grade that i would probably get my social studies homework back and it would be all marked up.

balance, you know? school wise at least.

i'm pretty confident that the balance is checking itself in my life right now.

but heres my question, once i stop taking tests in college (meaning: when i graduate) how am i supposed to indentify the balance? with no school to counteract laziness, how am i supposed to become unlazy?

that goes without saying

i asked my friend today a question that had been making its rounds in my head for the longest time: "can you have sex?"

ok ok, let me explain. my friend had a snowboard accident and he's a paralyzed from the stomach down. i've known him for a year and a half.

he said, "i was wondering when you were going to ask that"

haha. really. apparently, that is the number one question girls ask him. i asked him if he could feel anything. he explained that the sensitive places before are the places that he still has some semblace of feeling.

so i ask, "so, the girl has to be on top, right?"

and he answered, "not necessarily. i can do push ups!"

we laughed and talked. and he asked me why i hadn't asked him that before.

i answered with, "well, if you couldn't, it would suck. like, 'hey, can you have sex?' and if you answered with a, ' "no" it would be awkward.' "

haha. the end is near.

say nothing. assume anything.

reading time with pickle!