Je fume deux joints dans le matin

Speaking of fumer: New hoop videos are up from the fire hoop jam at the Palace.

Franken

Kahuna

Queen

Proud

Speaking of hooping, instead of hooping on Sunday with the HPers or BAHers. I paid a doctor to put their finger in my eye…mmm contacts. But hey, it beats my glasses flying off in the middle of hooping or me hooping with less then stellar vision when I got a ring of fire around me.

If there is an ocular punishment in hell, it involves you trying to take off your eye contact and never succeeding.

I’m jealous I missed the Dolores Park hooping on Sunday. It looked fun, and I want more fun in my life. Dare I say it — I deserve more fun in my life. All this neatness of paying bills, fixing the car, getting contacts, studying for work… it’s like

I’m an adult or something!

EEEEEEWWWWWW! Take this reality off! Take it off!

Give me some psuedo-irresponsible fun already; and but maybe, I’m just looking at this life situation the non-happy positive productive way.

Gah, how do I turn my frown upside down? Do I have to learn to fcking self-soothe myself, again? *Whine*

xo – qp