i/d like to think this was a phase. this loser-ness i/ve stumbled into. i/d like to think leander/s right with his "hang in there/s" and his "straighten up" shenannigins. but. i/d also like to think that dinosaurs will return one day. it doesn/t make it true. btw: sorry i don/t feel like real punctuation or capitalization today. it/s been quite a long week or so. i/m a bit unsure seeing as i spent most of it on uppers and uppers always make the time FLY BY. very VERY very VERY fast. and then of course you crash SLAM down. i won/t complain though because i got the chance to spend more time in L to the A and LAS to the VEGAS. A NICE VACATION SHOULD ALWAYS BE ENJOYED SO STRESS CAN BE REDUCED AND OLD FLAMES RE-TOTHE-UNITED. trust me. --------------------------------- so back in town now. not even 24 hours and i/m already in trouble with the FAMILIA. apparently i killed my sisters dog. how i/m not even particularly fucking sure, but i did. and as malicious as that sounds i don/t think i really plotted or planned to do such a thing. the last time i remember seeing the bastard we were in the backyard sharing a nicely rolled blunt and some cheetos. what dog dies from such things? what kind of weak bastard keels over from cheetos? i guess i should mention the dog was about a million goddamn years old and still my sister calls me with the "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO JAMES?" monologue. which i promptly answered by "WHO THE FUCK IS JAMES?" and then after explaining that she had changed marxies name to james it became clear...it was the dog she was concerned about. don/t mind though. my older sister is HIGHstrung minus the awesome HIGH part. she/s a ball of nerves who constantly needs pathetic reassurance of her "SKILLS." of which she has none...not even as a mother. but she requires the daily dose of "DEAR YOU/RE WONDERFUL" or "YOU/RE A GOOD MOTHER." even though her children are nuerotic little over achievers. sorry venting. so now i apparently somehow owe my sister $1500 some odd money for some ancient dog who probably only had the best time with the weed and cheetos that i supposedly killed. really. don/t the rich have more concerns to fight about then some walking skeleton dog who wasn/t loved until he died anyway? i dislike my family very much. trust me. --------------------------------------- oh well. it/s early and i/m wasted so i think i/ll watch a little day-time tellie and then maybe take a nap before starting my new job at my father/s friend/s place. LORD HELP ME. i/m going back to drugs. sincerely. mister alahondro.