White Thraaaaaaaaash

I try to avoid serious WT moments in my life until recently when I was in the midst of a WT experience and the light bulb lit up and I was so disgusted with myself I started laughing, hard, alone in my room (yeah, yeah what else is new). The moment can more or less be summarized with me sitting in my bed watching a streamed television show online eating CORN ON THE COB. Ugh, I'm so grossed out with myself admitting this.

Nicoise

In my dream last night I was telling people my name was Nicoise...like the salad. Uhhh...

I love Gary Busey. I also mistaked Nick Nolte for Gary whilst watching New York Stories.

Gone: Getting Over Negative Energy
Faith: Fantastic Adventures In Trusting Him
Sober: Son Of a Bitch Everything's Real
Fraud: Finding Relevant Answers Under Deception
Freedom: Facing Real Exciting Energy Developing Out of Miracles

I could really go for a...body massaaage. Body Massage. Body Massage.

I sat in my room on Friday night listening to growing and searching "Psychadelic Graphics". This was done in a completely sober state of mind. I think having a room to myself for the first time in years is really exciting me because I spend a good 80% of my time at home in my room, on my bed, and I like my roommate so I'm not avoiding. I should put up a drawstring with hooks from the fridge to my bed so that I can never leave. Reminds me of those little buckets they have in the waiting line for the ride Star Tours at Disneyland that have baskets of weird electronics. I also remember being a kid and thinking that was the ride and wondering how lard-o's would fit in the tiny baskets. Turns out I was just an imbecile which is probably part of the reason I got lost on the same day at Disneyland in line for the same ride. Man, I'd probably still cry the way I did that day if I lost my friends in Star Tours. That shit is whack.