marajoowanna. and summer!

would there be any market for king-size papers if it weren't for us stoners? i mean, how many people buy bags of rolling tobacco and smoke huge fucking long cigarettes? what the fuck. i think in my total life experience, i have met one person who smokes rollies, and they used regular-sized papers. (in north america, i mean... everyone's all about the rollies in europe it seems. at least you can buy king-size papers everywhere there, instead of just at head shops.) stoners have clout in the marketplace! ha, the invisible hand of the market does not discriminate against us bakers.

last night was a hell of a drunkfest. haha. me and cam split a 3-litre jug of some of the shittiest white wine you can possibly imagine. it was wretched. and then we were totally wasted, and went to dewaard's bonfire. phew! i woke up in a daze today and booted ass to work... my pants are grass stained because, apparently, i was trying to break a giant board by jumping on it. and was unsuccessful. or rather, i think that i broke the board, but also broke myself in the process. i was told that i was "so drunk" that i fell down and didn't even move to protect my face. just boom like a ton of bricks. har! then i started fighting with my dear friend matt bacon for some reason, as we frequently tend to do at parties... it's all kind of a blur, but i definitely remember that he bit my pinky finger really hard, and it hurts like hell. i'm going to have one of those big black marks under my fingernail, i just know it. i'll never understand why we always fight. it's not even like we get pissed at each other, we laugh the whole time... yet we get drunk and feel like fighting, thus we do. really wussfully, and cheaply. there's usually alot of slapping and kicking involved.

phewweee. and then to cap things off i had the wonderful idea that i would jump over the bonfire that was going... which was successful. but then cam decided that i was "a pussy" for jumping so fast, and then he proceeded to jump onto the fire and dance around on top of it. cam was seriously intoxicated. and then this morning he says to me "why did i wake up with burn holes in my shoes?"

ahh, the joys of cheap wine. i'm trying a different kind tonight, the old standby of classless idiots and middle-aged women, spumante bambino! mmmm... carbonated alcoholic grape juice. i'm gonna get tanked yet again tonight. hooray for summer! then tomorrow i am going to feel like shit, and sleep all day and smoke pot and play video games.

i love the summer.