And look at all the time I’ve wasted. Put down your pipes and/or bongs for a second, because ironically my blog-o-versary happens to fall on the stoners’ magic holiday. As I sit here on my aforementioned porch, I can’t help and think how crazy it is that I’m sitting here – right here – talking to people that I’ve never meet about something that doesn’t exist tangibly.
Looking back on last years 4.20 post makes me laugh, because I can transport myself back a year and feel right where I was at. Fuck, looking back at all of these posts I get that feeling. I wonder if blogging has anything to do with my over abundant déjà vu experiences of late. I doubt it, but I just wanted to bring that up because they’ve been overwhelmingly crazy and at least thrice a week.
Any fucking way, it’s relatively late and I need to do shit tomorrow. Regardless if you keep reading, I’ll keep writing. Stop by if your bored, I can only think of about 4 things that I’ve been doing consistently for 2 years, so I doubt I’m going anywhere.
Happy Bloggaversary— four days late.
thanks DC3M.
hey bag face there is a fuckin FREE rusted root concert this weekend on the campus. i think its sat but could be firday.
wooty
shut your mouth.
gmail stupid.
sat, 7:30 behind kaufman memorial union, the root, be there or an L7 weenie
UR BLOGGN, IM REEDN (ugh, must stop!)
Congrats on the 2 year blogaversary. I understand about 2/3 of it but I keep coming back. I have a my porch too.