TGIF...hurry the fuck up

is there something wrong with living for friday? that's all i do. i mean, there are the random nights during the week that i get fucked up and try to pretend like i am still living pre-rehab. but for the most part, i find stupid shit to do to waste time until friday, more specifically, friday at 5:30. then of course i glide through saturday and suddenly it's sunday, and i start to dread monday. so what we have here is 4 full days longing for friday, 1 full day of what the fuck ever, and 1 full day of dreading monday. that means that 72% of my time is spent in anticipation of a day other than the current one. wow. that's sad. but maybe it's just sad that so much time is spent doing shit that i have no interest in doing.

i interrupt this to announce a text i just rec'd...

dial 973-409-3274 to vote 2 make weed legal...this is real shit, pass this # around. we need 1 mill ppl 4 this 2moro so obama can pass this bill. real shit!

i highly doubt this is "real shit", but i will be calling it soon, just to fuck with whoever these people want so many people to fuck with.

anyways...back to what i was saying. the endless cycle. i can't accept it. is there something fucking wrong with that? people are like, "get a hobby". i have several. it just so happens that my favorite involves getting fucking plastered. when beligerance is your preferred state of mind, hobbies are just temporary distractions...distractions that do not involve candid moments of spontaneity and insanity...2 of the most important ingredients in life.

so grow old, work your ass off to be able to spend the minority of your time enjoying yourself. that's bullshit. there should be a support group for people like me. and i don't mean AA, because i have been to my fair share of those self indulgent gatherings. i mean a support group to pull together people who don't just get sucked in and become complacement with the endless rotation of society. we could probably throw the best fucking party ever. so scratch that...i have a support group. it's called My Friends. Bo is the leader. he has already sent me 3 texts today alerting me that tomorrow is, in fact, friday...like i need a reminder. and he knows that. both of us are doing nothing but dreaming up ways to make the earth rotate a little faster, then slow down drastically, then speed up once again.

so this seems kind of depressing. and it kind of is. drinking keeps me from dwelling on this same shit and right now, i happen to be sober. but don't take it as a negative thing. just look at it as a way for me to kill some time, waiting for friday.

just called that number...it's busy.

just called again...and you really can press # to support the legalization of mary jane. okay...i don't know about the bill tomorrow bullshit...but whatever...i will show my support.