the last big project i have left to finish this fucking semster is a fucking paper-
a fucking term paper-
a long, involved, academic paper-
on a subject that i am interested in-
but all i want to do is sit back with a huka in front of me, with a joint in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, blasting some jazz, as i feel the first whispery electric tinglings of an acid trip creeping towards my brainstem.

really, i'd like nothing better.
throw my best friends into the room and i'd be so happy...
let this happen to me on my birthday and maybe i'll start believing in god.

*stacey it sounds like you're having the kind of time i need right now. happy holidays, you lucky bastard.*  ¶ 12:57 PM