11:53 PM - Drunken Ramblings
Out of pure boredom I decided to give a shot at another weblog, even though my life isn't exciting and instead is just littered with garbage, sewage, and decomposing bodies.
"MY DAY"
-A
I woke up at like 3PM when the Help told me I had a message on my answering machine. I thought, well, shit, that must be someone calling me to pick up some catering for someone's party tomorrow, so I had to wake up and call back. Unfortunately, it was just another pawn in my schemes - albeit an important one - so I called back and left a message.
I felt like going shopping for food and clothes later, but I couldn't get a ride. My shitty-ass black BMW is on its last legs and in the shop. I had a cool blue Hyundai, but I crashed it, nearly flipping it over. I called my brother but he was too lazy to help out. My refrigerator is practically empty save for a turkey I encountered the other day that looked delicious. He promised to do it tomorrow. He'd better.
My back feels like shit today and I had to take extra Lortabs to deal with the pain. I have to take this medication now just to get up, since my stairs are built in such a way that I fall several times a week, resulting in fractures in the bones of both of my lower legs. AND I hurt my side, including my liver and right kidney by tripping and falling down the stairs. There's a big purple bruise where I hurt myself and it's just now going away.
Two days ago I figured out why my bowels were in such pain - usually I would have a doctor confirm it, since it's hard to ignore self-bias when diagnosing yourself - and once I found the answer, every piece of the puzzle came together. Owning two cats that have never been washed before, and letting them sleep with me in my bed, and kissing them and letting them lick me - why didn't I think of it before? Pin-worms is what it is, and this whole time I've been moisturizing the area, letting them thrive. Now I'm keeping it dry until the worms are gone.
Brandi called me today to go over and visit her - she's on the other side of town so I didn't want to go through the trouble of getting a ride, but I knew I was getting money out of it and I had her pick me up. I didn't know most people there, it was awkward. But after a few hours Brandi drove me home a few hundred dollars richer. This means I can afford Belvedere vodka for tomorrow's celebration of Adolf Hitler's birthday and International Smoking Day. Do I have time for two parties? =/
I already promised Adam that I (as the landlord of the building) would come over and see him and drink and smoke. All I'm saying is that there better be some cool stoner girls that ramble on like Sharon Osbourne. Many of my stoner conversations have been interesting and I don't know why I don't record them. I have a voice recording device that's broken, I'll have to fix it one of these days - it won't be too much trouble, and I would welcome any help.
Now, if I could be serious for a moment now, I would like to talk about two days ago. A U.S.-based international drug ring spanning 34 countries was raided and eight people were arrested. I realized halfway through the article that a few years ago I had ties to this very group, and I actually looked up the names of the people arrested. Neither person I was looking for was arrested, and my name wasn't listed anywhere, and as far as I know the FBI isn't questioning them - I'm no longer involved with those people anymore, and another person I know also dropped out of it before the raid.
Oh well. I have my own reliable sources. I won't suffer. Happy holiday(s), yall!
-Rainbow
