To anyone wondering what a “bumper” is:
That little device is a technically called a “snuff bullet" but I call it a bumper because that’s exactly what it’s for. It’s got an acrylic top and a glass vial to keep your sniffables in that screws into the top. It measures and dispenses a bump at a time of whatever drug you’re pounding into your nose. It is especially helpful with drugs you want to control your intake tightly like Ketamine. It’s so fucking stealthy and convenient that I suggest that any fan of sniffables buy one. Mine fits a gram no problem.
Basically you turn the knob so it’s pointing down, flip the device over, rotate the device and the knob at equal speeds so as not to dump your powder, raise to your nostril, and sniff. Easy peesy. Dispenses a good sized bump at a time.
Everything is fucking piling up at the same goddamn fucking time
This hole I’m in is just fucking bottomless I swear to god.
Today is one of those days you just need to get drunk
And tonight I’m getting smashed as fuck.
"You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world."
Tomorrow (January 4, 2014) is the 6th anniversary of my birthmom’s death
She was only 30 years old.
I’m spending my day with Brandy so it won’t be quite as shitty as other years.
I dropped acid for the first time on new Years Eve.
It was lovely. Here is my seriously serious 5 year Plan:
Year 1(2014): begin a fitness regimen, get the fuck out of morris, move closer to the family I care about, quit smoking hopefully, pay off the majority of my student loans, save some money.
year 2(2015): Begin taking first aide courses and other EMT oriented courses, quit smoking hopefully, continue being in shape.
year 3(2016): Enroll in fire fighting academy, quit smoking.
year 4(2017): Continue taking courses, find a job as a firefighter, quit smoking.
year 5(2018): By this point I don’t want to be getting high (getting stoned doesn’t count) or working shit minimum wage jobs. By the time I’m 28 I want to be married or at least begin settling down. Quit smoking.
Been thinking about religion a lot recently:
And came to the completely logical conclusion that IF I was into that kind of shit only Solar and Lunar Deity’s make any sort of sense. Let me explain:
The sun allowed life to flourish and survive on this planet and it will eventually snatch it away as it grows bigger and bigger in it’s old age. The Moon controls the tides so I can understand how people can worship the moon for it’s control of the earthly realm.
These are the only semi logical and definitely physical gods.
The only things I believe in are physical.