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4:10 AM -- 2004-01-18
And we raise our glasses to a time spent doing nothing...

Jebus... everything these days is such a fucking task. Even the simplest things like getting home seem to be an ordeal and a half. Fucking obstacles get in my way and such. This is getting pretty annoying.

The only constant is my time with this rag. My ritual of popping in some Paul Simon, lighting up a smoke, and typing my face off never wavers... its the one thing in life I can hold on to as a security blankie. I love my blankie.

So I've been wearing my political agenda on my sleeve.... literally. The other night I made a t-shirt with the word "CRIMINAL" on the front, and "LEGALIZE IT" on the back. I entreat all herb enthusiasts to do the same... I dunno exactly what such an exercise will do for the cause... but be not afraid...

Be not afraid of who you are... let others decide whether to be afraid of who you are.

In other news, I relapsed tonite and started thinking about Joe. I wonder what he's up to. Freezing his midwestern ass off in Wisconsin, no doubt. See Bachman, you could've avoided all this weather unpleasantness by staying in Texas through the spring. I was right, and you were wrong... there.

I also have been dreaming weird dreams about my exploits from over the past few months... just recollective dreams. A definite sign that I need to get back to it all.... things have been lackluster here in my indefinite christmas vacation. I long for the city as I hope it longs for me.

Oh, and I have some sad news... turns out that the injury I sustained drunkenly tripping over a cinderblock new years eve has affected my dancing. Working on my routine the other day, I discovered a sharp pain when popping left. Needless to say, my pop'n'lock routine will never be the same... I knew that shit was going to come back to haunt me, but I never woulda guessed it would be so devastating. Fuck.

Setting aside dancing in my parent's living room while they're at work and crocheting scarves, I really have done jack shit here. Somebody save my punkass, for I may make an old woman out of myself before 22.

The Ninja, is signing off..

Sa Da Tay!