Its kinda wierd not having any eyebrows or hair.

Its been almost a week, and even though the hair is starting to grow back, I just can't help but feel odd. Touching all the spiky growth is an activity that keeps me fascinated for hours on end. I must look like I am on a meth binge or something.

Hey man, *scratch scratch rub rub*, you got any cheeseburgers man...*scratch scratch*

But for real, I miss my long hair.

P.S: I also found out that I have way too many dents in my head, alot more than what one would deem normal. Thanks mom.

I promise I have a penis and not a vagina. I SWEAR.

True Love.

There are so many definitions of what true love is, that it boggles my mind. In fact, all one has to do is Google the term itself and your bombarded with a plethora of new age, psychological and physiological attempts to describe something that (in my opinion at least), exceeds definition itself.

If I could borrow a quote from Wedding Crashers, (yes I know...shut it):

True love is your souls recognition of its counterpoint in another.

Now, as much as I hate to say it, Owen Wilson might be onto something here. If we were to accept that love goes beyond just a simple biological function of human procreation, then we would also have to accept that "love" would have to have an ethereal quality about it. Love then, could be nothing but the missing piece of a puzzle which we so eagerly await to be completed.

Perhaps love, is the energy that forms the duality, maybe its the song behind our universe, or maybe its the sticky remnants found in the ally behind the bar.

All I know is that you need to follow your feet and perhaps one day this beautiful mess will clean itself up.

Sahara nights.

There are currently 6 people in the most elaborate living room fort you have ever seen in your life. There are mattresses with a central pillar and sheets tied to chairs which give everything an Arabian Nights effect.

I love how this night turned out.

:)

Happy facin all over your space booooy.

Man. I am so high right now.

Dude.
Ya dude.
Did you pay your child support man?
Oh shit man. I forgot.
You forgot man?
Ya man. Its because I was HIGH.

dun dun dun.

Marijuana. The not so silent killer.

This, a typical "stoner" conversation, has been occurring with much greater frequency than with what I am comfortable with. So, because of events like these, it is I, who will give my full support to Stephen Harper and his new bill.

Way to go Harper! Way to get to the crux of the problem! Fuck the 65% of the people who actually WANT marijuana legalization, you do your thing man. Lets throw the fuckers in jail man! YEA!

You know why your awesome Harper? Its because you don’t need to listen man. Your fucking Stephen Harper! You don’t need to listen to shit!

Screw those fucking hippies and their long hair. Beneath the farce of love and peace its murder dude! I see it in those hippies eyes everytime. Plus they totally stink too, and I mean, who can trust a smelly person am I right? I know Harper buddy, I’m on the same page as you.

Hey man, lets not even think about how you are putting increased strain on an already overburden legal system nor how your going to get money for an already bloated budget while still sustaining a national economy in a floating global recession.

You'll figure it out. You know why?

YOUR FUCKING STEPHEN HARPER!

Who cares about the rest right? Its the elite and dolla dolla bill ya'll!

P.S: Fucking Hippies.

P.P.S: Can I have a signed autograph?

Universal Traveller

Hate Mail

Dear Smiths Snack Food Company,

As per your consumer quality guarantee, I am not satisfied with your “Twisties” product and have taken drastic steps in letting you know this. These measures will mostly consist of this letter, a lifetime barring of your cheesie like product, and some diarrhea.

Now, I have many problems with your food like substance, but the one that irks me the most, is that your Wikipedia entry claims it to be the “number one extruded snack brand.” Really? Does this mean that other humans (I only assume humans, but I could be wrong), willingly eat this garbage on a regular basis? Have you coated the strands of the “knobby surfaced” stick with some kind of mind control? In all honesty, that is the only explanation I have, considering you also sell this junk in chicken flavor!

“Hey Bob, you hungry?”
“Yea man, I could really go for some cheese and chicken flavored powder on dried corn right about now!”
“Well fucking hell Bob, have I got the product for you!”

Another gripe that I have (among many), is your slogan. Although your wiki entry states different, my bag shows your slogan as being, “Life is more fun with...TWISTIES!”

Is it? Is it fucking really!? Should I be fucking dancing on the table with a bag of twisties in my hand? Maybe next time instead of charm and humor, I’ll just bring a FUCKING BAG OF TWISTIES TO THE PARTY!

What about relationships huh? Should I be screaming cheesy delights while my girlfriend silently cries in the corner?

“Don’t worry about it baby, I GOT FUCKING TWISTIES ON MY SIDE!”

*Deep breath*

I could go on, but it seems along with bowel issues, your product also causes heart problems. I thank you for your time and hope your company soon falls into the proverbial gutter.

Sincerely,

Hungry.