Last night you made a pancake in the oven inside of a brownie pan. A blueberry pancake smothered in butter. Then you played go-fish on the kitchen floor. You're thinking about when you cleaned the kitchen floor Cinderalla-style on your hands and knees with a sponge. And how cleaning up can really alter a person's attitude if they're ever feeling a little off-put by their existence. A way to keep order. Organization. As much as you like to say that you just go with the flow, that you're not inclined to plan anything long-term, you feel a whole lot better when your bed is made. Anyway, you're a little stoned, so don't bother finding meaning in this entry. You are writing this exactly one week before you start your senior year at Sonoma State. The last hurdle before you really find out what reality feels like.
There's really nothing to say. But because you already put this much effort into writing an entry, you'll just let it stay. Who knows? You could have stopped smoking pot because of some future life choice, and now that you're reading this... you're getting a nostalgic feeling that brings a little smile to your face. Making pancakes in the oven... You crazy bastard. Or maybe you'll just shake your head and wonder how you managed to tie your shoes every morning, being stoned half the time. Either way. There you have it. Some stoned ramblings.
Um...
Okay, that's all.
There's really nothing to say. But because you already put this much effort into writing an entry, you'll just let it stay. Who knows? You could have stopped smoking pot because of some future life choice, and now that you're reading this... you're getting a nostalgic feeling that brings a little smile to your face. Making pancakes in the oven... You crazy bastard. Or maybe you'll just shake your head and wonder how you managed to tie your shoes every morning, being stoned half the time. Either way. There you have it. Some stoned ramblings.
Um...
Okay, that's all.
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