tfw you awake from 12 hours of mid day complete unconsciousness and the flu is still kicking your ass.:banghead:

That feeling when you're eating out of your bowl on the floor for the umpteenth time, then something moves so you chase it and it turns out to be a bug so you eat it. Then you go take a big shit in your box in the basement. Then you lick your asshole for a while. Then you go jump up on your person's lap and lick his face.

Yep. Happens all the time.

That's also the name of the dad who died in Weeds. Sweet.

I'm soooo glad I'm not there anymore, but I'm glad it happened. I used to be a smoker, but now I'm NOT.


FYI, that was a reference to the Passages Malibu commercial.

I didn't think about that! ha, Awesome. It's also the street where I had my first puff. Judah/Irving street are sentimental streets man and I think I've made a decision to turn this restaurant into my go-to stonernight grubdown. The food was actually really good. I'm usually very weary of Chinese food delivery because it's just so goddamn oily. But this was perfect. I'm almost postive they blanched the veggies and just flash fried them instead of whatever happens at other places where you end up with as much oil as you do actual food.

TFW you decide against petting your cat cause he's feeling so playful that he might as well be trying to kill you.

that feeling when you're scratching your face and realize you missed a substantial portion of your face while shaving and have been working all day with a little patch of scruff beneath your chin. That explains the few dirty looks, maybe.

I guess they just thought you had a weird beard.

That's so dirty.