Boogie Beat

It’s amazing what one little bowl can do to you. *pow*

Yeah, that’s funky.
Yeah, that’s funky.
If it smells like funk it must be us.

I’m so chillin’ right now.  I was thinking today, I am really enjoying being single.  It sucks I am not getting laid, but hey… no drama, nothing holding me back.  Not that all girls hold you back and are head cases, but being alone means I can do what I want, when I want.  I don’t need anybody, I just want somebody. 🙂

I need to find a job.  Gah…  well I have a job, but it sucks.  I want a nice job… although you can do relatively nothing at loblaws and you still get paid.  It is just the social status of it all.  And the money… but loblaws pays alright for what you have to do.

This keyboard totally sucks.  I now remember why I ditched it in the first place, but I can’t use Carissa’s keyboard anymore, she will be coming home soon, so I changed back to my old keyboard when cleaning my room the other day.  …Wait a second, it doesn’t take 2 weeks to replace a keyboard.

*new keyboard* Ahhh… much better.  That keyboard must have had a keystroke life of 5000 keystrokes, no joke.  Piece of shit.

I’m so high right now…. I gotta stop smoking this shit… but it is so enjoyable.  I have been high alot lately… too often in fact.  Yet, I continue to get everything I need to do done.  So it isn’t a problem, but for some reason  it feels as if it is.  I know, I just have a guilty conscience.  *queue’s up Eminem*

I wonder how many nights I have sat in a pitch black room, only the light of the monitor eluminating off my face typing nonsense to myself?  Quite often, but for some reason it is soothing.  Theraputic if you will.

Music of the Moment: Black Eyed Peas
Today I Feel: Lost