I had the coolest time today at this thing in my city. It’s called the “glebe garage sale”. Anyways, it’s in this reallllly beautiful neighbour hood near downtown with all these expensiveeeeee and oldddd houses. All the houses put on a garage sale and stores come from all over to set up stands and everything is SO cheap not to mention you can bargain everything. I got so many cool things. I got a super old suitcase which is probably my favourite thing I got maybe because the old man who sold it to me told me a story about all the stickers that was on it. I got records, and books, and pots for my herbssss. I also got this fondue set and these really old Egyptian dyes that I’m going to do tie dye with.
I find it so funny how since I have been posting more tits/penises/porn I have almost stopped gaining followers. I don’t get what there isn’t to like about the human body. It’s beautiful.
I had the weirdest dream of my life. I’m still in awe that this happened.. I can’t find in anything in myself to say this is untrue and I feel like THIS dream, not many other but this one has so much meaning. It’s a really long and amazing dream but at one point I got to a gate, and the guy said “only the people who have gone far enough into the dream world can come here” and he was like “you…You are what we love” and he only let me in and then I got to this world , an amazing world. With only good vibes and anything i wanted could happen. Eventually I got to this weird warehouse and then at the end of it was this rail road track that never seemed to end. Anyways. in the far left corner of the wear house, I decided to go there. There was this girl and boy, and I loved them.. I started talking to the girl and stuff and I was like “you will remember me in the morning love.. Watch this.” and i found this green pen, and attempted to write my name on her arm because I wanted her to find me in real life because I dont think you know how certain I am that this girl exists somewhere in the world. And so i started writing but it was so difficult. and i turned to the guy and told him ” you would be my best friend you know, if the world was clear.” and then everything started working. This is the most enlightened I have ever been in my entire and it makes me both happy and sad but more happy. I could control everything, and nothing, nothing was wrong with life as a whole. Now I’m back to this.
I want to get a tattoo of a mushroom somewhere on my body, not a stupid tacky mushroom but a really rustic looking one. I know mushrooms sound childish and dumb but i’ve always loved mushrooms. Mushrooms and chickens but I’m not going to get a tattoo of a chicken.
A commercial on tv just said
“if you’re over the speed limit, you’re out of control”
bitch, fucking please.
I have so many things to say.
I’m going to sneak into my backyard and smoke a joint or two in the grass. Half my grade (the ones who have english) are going to the hunger games premier so I told my mom im part of that half. anyways. No school for me. Thursday I’m going to be social and I have a fucking massive party to go to it will be rad I Hope. thank you guys for being awesome in general.
I just ate a brown pear, a yellow bear, a guava, an apple, a bananna and a plum I feel so fresh but so fat omfg.
I am in such a strange emotion. It’s like the uncovering the bad behind good. I guess that’s a mediocre way to explain it, but it doesn’t do it justice.
Today In gym I had a really life changing reflection while it wasn’t my shift. I was just looking at everybody at thinking about each individual one. Each one is a person, each one feels pain, each one will grow old. It suddenly hit me that we are all changing. I know its obvious everybody changes through out life but it realllly hit me today that people are actually changing. The really in fit girl might grow up to be fat, the “ugly girl” might grow up to be incredibly attractive. All of these things are out of our power. Never will we able to know, never. The thing that really blew my mind is how can we ever judge these people if there changing, slowly in our eyes, but in reality so quickly. After being dazed out for a few minutes I was talking to my friend and told him about how it would be really cool to have a reunion when we are all 30 just to see how everybody turned out, because people tend to actually find themselves by that age. Not just there inaccurate perception of what they want/think they are, or what this town convinced them to be. He looked at me like I was crazy and it made me really sad. I really don’t have many people to talk to about this because I often just turn everything into a joke because that’s usually all I can do in a place like where I live. If I were to go deep on people’s ass it would be a waste of time. I really hope I keep in touch with a few people and watch them change. I find change fascinating.
| person: | What's your favourite colour? |
| me: | Black. |
| person: | Black isn't a colour, its a shade. |
| me: | shut the fuck up. Nobody loves you, you inbred little bitch. |
| person: | ... |
| me: | .... |
you don’t understand my level of anger. MGMT is playing in Montreal like a two hour drive from me and chances are I can’t go see them. This is MGMT, they are like on my bucket list and their not even my favourite band it’s just the novelty of sitting on a blanket, very high, listening to the beautiful music. Ah I am so angry nobody even gets it. omg.
I wish somebody made me a little weed jar. That would be so nice. None of my friends are the creative/thoughtful/would ever do such a thing. People in my town get weed and isntantly smoke it but i like having a little weed jar and smoking on special nights which is often. I have so much homework this is awful.
yesterday I had the worst airplane trip of my life. I was SO hungover. I puked while going through costums and EVERYBODY was looking at me. omfg. it was the worst day of my life, BUT the day before was one of the best days of my life. My sister had a house party and i thought i would just get drunk alone in my room all night but i made so many friends and we went outside at 2 am and smoked a bunch of joints and i Love my sisters friends there all 18 and cool. it was so much funn, ah i can not wait until my grade has house parties even though i probably won`t go to them because im a loser. w.e. i think the hangover was worth it actually idk. Okay, it was worth it. im now chilling with my grandma fuck me. She`s a bitch and hates me.
xoxo gossip guy
I had such a nice day. Was with my Emma, smoked pot, ate a lot of food, and laid in bed and talked about how we will never have today again. No matter what, never, will we have today again. It was really nice. Oh and I came home and my mom didn’t say “COME GIVE ME HUG” and then she would look into my eyes and say “You smoked a little pot didn’t you?” and then I would confess and my mom would go “Paaaasssscal, You shouldn’t smoke, you’re only 14!” and then I say “I know mumsy” but yeah , that didn’t happen today so i’m good. hello guys, tell me about your day.