sweet and sour

it's 8:41 am, Tuesday, March 28. Someone told me I needed to Blog, so here I am. I never knew there was that much interest in my uninspired ramblings. I went to Bears last night and enjoyed a night of too much drinking and laughing my ass off. The comdedians were hilarious, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. i'm at work now, dreading my schedule of conversations with authors about how great their books are, how original their idea is to talk about how great god is and how jesus saves....grrrrrr. give me a break people....can we have an original thought? I mean...is that too much to ask?
I walked downtown last night to get some fresh air, it was nice. my hand is bruised from the needles. The vicadin is almost gone, and I am dreading the reality of life, someone please help me relax. I am so tired right now, i stayed up too late having deep conversation with my roommate, chating with a sweet boy and smoking too much. I need to learn to surround myself with creative people, people that can have conversation. I need to distance myself from less inspiring individuals.....people wanting to know when i am going to fuck them again....you know who you are. Please can you be a little creative? I don't think it's going to happen again.... sorry dirty little hippie. Maybe if we can have some kind of shared vibes, things would be different.