Charlie likes to call it work.

I'm always tripping. A week's incomplete without at least one psychedelic journey.


Haha!

Lazy bum

Don't say it like it's a bad thing. ;)

Tripping is pretty exhausting. I wouldn't call someone who does it a lot lazy.

I just wanna spaz out and dance to Rebel Rebel.

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I just released there are two folk influenced bands called Dalriada. I thought they were tge same folk metal band with a more straightforward folk album, but guess not. Spotify groups them together, so that may have started it.

Reminds me of a few months ago when I thought that American Football and Modern Baseball were the same band. Makes sense because they have the same sort of album cover style and musically as well. I thought they released an album in '99, laid off a few years and started back in a different direction but guess not. I hate when this **** happens.

First week of classes and I have the flu. Neat.

Yesterday was my daughters 22nd birthday, it was also the day I would have my very first self-made Dr appointment. So, I get looked over and it's decided that I don't have skin cancer (thank God), but I do have some sort of skin failure that is easily taken care of with some topicals and a steroid injection. Now, I have never had a steroid injection, nor have I ever had a steroid. I get juiced up, and proceed to run around like a mad man before my daughters birthday dinner at a swanky Japanese restaurant (we had already had an incredible surprise party on Saturday for her, so this was just 5 of us). I proceeded to have a few beers, we ate and everything was hunky dory. We say our goodbyes, and I was responsible for getting ex-GF home. Keep in mind that I used to live there and had always had a problem with the neighbor kids. They're ignorant *******s, them and their friends. We get to her place and it's pretty much a blizzard out, and lo-and-behold one of the punk *******s is parked in her spot where I park (she has two, and her car was in the other one). I park next to him, but I can't stay there because I could be towed by the owner of that spot. She get's out and politely asks him to move. He refuses, and says something derogatory...

That's it. He's through. Long story short, the cops were called, he was forced to move to another parking spot, as he narrowly missed getting the roid-rage beating of his stupid little ignorant life. This surprised the hell out of me. I don't act like this. I'm a lover not a fighter (except for that one time), and this **** is supposed to be a time-release thing over the next few weeks? Oh God help me.

The rage is real.

I don't bother with people like that anymore. I would call the tow truck company and have that dickwads **** box towed next time. The only thing that really works honestly. I had a guy accidentally park in my spot two times. I left a note the first time and he decided to park there another time and left me no parking except for the street. Called the tow company and watched him frantically scream at the tow truck driver to drop his rig. I laughed as I pulled in and parked in my spot. I then hopped out and said everything alright?