more pooey things

I guess it’s ok, and good even, that everyone likes you better. Some people like me better too, I guess. Man, I need to stop getting stoned. I was far happier in the two weeks I didn’t smoke. But oh my, hello. Cringe. Facepalm. Death. Trying to think of suitable codenames but I can’t. Ok, so, Soup, Pee, Bed and um. Awesome. And also, Soulface. What a strange and wondrously eye-opening week.

I like the friends I like because even if you’re coming down with them they won’t make you feel bad. It’s easy to be friends while you’re high. I don’t know, I just feel jealous and sad and lacking now. Hurhhh. Make like I’m a metcard and validate me. Ah that’s so pathetic, I’m just going to go to bed and hope fully feel better in the morning. I miss living with someone I could forcefully wake up and talk to, and have them still like me. So much awesomeness, I’m going to be the godmother of his babies.