Woke up nice n' early. Made Abbey's Bento and then got her out the door, despite some rude anxiety on her end that will cause me to log it in the NOPEBOOK, overall a good morning so far...
Not too many dishes in the sink, place mostly clean... Laundry needs put away... rooms need vacuumed... Cannabis needs smoked...
Doofenshmirtz has been cleaned with kosher salt and rubbing alcohol.
Where did my narcissism go?
If only I could bring myself to record myself doing things more I'd have more attention aimed my way... Perhaps it would not be the right attention and that's why I'm being steered away from such a path....
Anyhoo, this fitness vid that a friend shared on my fb has me wishin' I was vain enough to record myself doing various fitness-type maneuvers... Instead, it's just going to be the motivation to do something active today...
Off to grind some herbs and pack 'em oop...
Takin' her real easy this moondee marnin'... Gonna pull up some Spotify and listen to some tuneage whilst going back through my tumblr and puffin' on green... TODAY'S FORECAST: CLOUDY AF
*Buddha voice* You cannot smoke what you have not packed. U_U
Seriously, off to the game room with me now... shoo, shoo, me, go, off with you, go...
bong nice n' chilled, dry-pipe Knight on the re-up...
Really wish I didn't have to write in the nopebook.... Putting it off until sufficiently high...
Was thinking about going back through tumblr... Might watch a movie instead... been staring at a tiny computer screen for a few weeks now... Moight be toime to rest me peepers... Name of the game is to be sufficiently fed and motivated to go for a walk to the gym... Must keep that end-goal in mind... Tummy kinda hoolts, froat is kinda sore... A little down-trodden and depressed from the early morning's hiccup...
Vetoing music up front, too much possibility of a Stendhal Syndrome episode...
*flick*
*spark*
*flame*
*suck*
* bubble*
*inhale*
*HOLD*
*exhale*
*cumulonimbus*
*eye-lids half-way open/closed*
THIS IS WHERE I PRACTICE ACCOUNTABILITY AND MINDFULNESS.
[*THIS* = -this- blog]
BOY, HAVE I BEEN OUT OF PRACTICE.
For those who were wondering, Ryan Reynolds fucked Hugh Jackman and "sold" him the sex-tape in order to have the money to produce DEADPOOL. Just a fun lil fyi. They're attempting to hide in broad daylight about it... Very sneaky...
hold your breath...
Don't hold your breath...
take a deep breath...
Objectively, it's pretty sad and somewhat bothersome that I cannot freely listen to music for fear of being overwhelmed by its beauty and majesty... -- Even silencing the music that plays in my head can grow quite taxing after a while... It's an unnamed amalgam of moving classical that threatens to explode me outward in all directions... Its volume is particular persistent right now.... Off to distraction-land...
Or, maybe Vader was -SO- dedicated to the Light side of the Force that he allowed himself to be "taken" by the Dark Side in order to infiltrate them from within? Huh? Didja ever think of that, hot-shot? Huh, didja?
I just fah-rickin' loves me the concept of some Dark Knight/Black Swordsman type anti-hero archetypes...
Piccolo, Vegeta, Guts, LordGenome, Wolverine, Deadpool, Batman,
There should be a Grey Side or Middle Way of The Force. Whereby you just blaze ganja and grow vegetables "lazily" with it, haha. "Use the Force!---" to float that burrito over to me, dude. Yeah I would probably just work out with the Force all day...
URGE TO MASTURBATE: GROWING.
I never did beat SMT: N...
Let's see how fb's notifications strike me...
It's Leap Day? Today? Isn't that accumulated from the 4 Februarys[over 4 years] and then celebrated at the end of the year? I've never been quite clear on that... Apparently it's today?
Ah well, I'm not complainin'... Makes for a nice blog title...
I need to heavily consider prioritizing going to Smash Bros. tournaments more...
In fact, I'm going to meditate on the subject presently...
There is a lot of this bong left, boy am I slackin'...
URGE TO MASTRUBATE: GROWING AGAIN, RETURNING....
Considering replacing one addiction with another... Smoking a cigarette...
I would love to have a posse of nothin' but smokin' hot bitches to play Smash Bros. with, we roll into tourneys and REK.
Changing the way I sit occasionally is rull noice
Tumblr is greatly contributing to my urge to masturbate... This... this is... this is a problem...
Ummmm... what to do about it.....
Well, definitely gonna smoke about it....
Ah...both sadness and cuteness are great anti-masturbatory aids...
Adventure, and the concept of, a fantastic distraction as well...
Art, videogames, nice, and nice, CALM DOWN WEENIE
mr rogers changin' shoes... low back pain...
Definitely gotta get back intro stretching...my one galoshie's got a rippy... :( _- I need some sick-ass galoshes...
Now that I've acknowledged head-on that Tumblr is 'baitin' bait it will be easier to train myself to be inoculated to it... ROUND 1: FIGHT
Spontaneously cleaned Tito Beaker... emptied dish rack... would be nice to leave house with no dishes in sink and have that to return to...
Hmmm, let's see, with the state my gut is in right now, what meal would generate the least dishes and help me the most to get going out the door, feelin' energized and light? Maybe some kiwi slices? Large glass of ice water?
nopebook officially broken in... spent way too much time and effort on that...
Has free time always been this overwhelming?
I have 1001 things I could be doing... What is the -BEST- use of my time? Putting away laundry? Cleaning off a surface junked with miscellania? Organize/clean off my desk?
What activity would facilitate the facilitation of other activities and lessen therein the overall workload?
Draw?
Chancing the music and rubbing my scar(s)
my wrist aches a bit....
The future exists, you just can't afford it...
I remember...
I remember..
The nopebook is far too aesthetically pleasing to be taken seriously...
two White-Castle sliders down the hatch, one chubby pepsi vanilla made with real sugar, one turkish royal...
Finished dishes, all in drying rack... SINK: EMPTY.
blue sharks
cola bottles
juice-filled fun-bugs
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