A window to my World (18 cerificate)

*I do not endorse anything i do, you want proof it isnt good for you? Just look at me*

I got halfway through the below conversation before realising that it would be a really good idea to write it down as a social commentary to my life, yes, i was completely glazed with a certain Class B (former class C)

Starting a conversation with someone, ive realised im giggling at myself, and typing it. For this, i quickly appologised for being so utterly messy, blaming the TV for flashing at me, promoting pain in my face and general confused and that yes, i had been sitting in a cloud of grey smoke with less and less a grip on how to operate a computer.

Upon suggestions of turning off the TV to counter-act this, i complained at the fact it was firstly too far away and secondly by the time id got there id have no clue how to turn off the TV if i even remembered what the TV was, i also happened to complain i couldnt open a new bottle of vodka.

Concerned, my friend informed me that really was quite bad and perhaps it was time to cut back on the Shibbies and that it would be a novel idea to stop smoking and concentrate my efforts,

This wouldve been fine if i knew what my efforts were for, remembering it was vodka it became a genius plan. However, there was a problem, i get quite attached to actions and have a very strict routine, only knowing the one rountine in my memory (hand action to face, inhale through small white fire-twig, hand down breathe out, repeat) i was unwilling to take a leap of faith into.

She failed to talk me into it, instead distracting me (as the TV had been doing, stupid flashing...) into asking if i was thinking about my impure love of the Russian water. By this point i was still chuffed i had vodka that i answered "yes.... vodka...." with all the heavy emphasis actually saying "no, you rolling around in cream naked"

Regardless to say, she wasnt too impressed by this and threatened not talking to me again while im retarded in the head during which i asked her not to leave, telling her she was the best mate i ever had and we should totally go to Amsterdam sometime.

This blog entry is my defense and appeal to everyone on animeyo to see this situation from my blood-shot eyes and offer support, counciling, medication, whatever you think will help the goo in my head reconstitute into some kind of brain.

Ya Man...