freshly sharpened pencils...

for the life of me i have to share this with you. i cannot hold it in any longer. i've been killing myself today lest i forget last night's shenanigans. after monday's complete alcoholic carnage, tuesday presented an appropriate second episode to spice up the week.

some idiot stole fh's laptop from his digs. bladdy parasites of this world!!! (we have our suspects and are watching their every move closely!). my poor friend was very depressed. - so we had to find a way to put ourselves in a better mood. stopped by sk to share the news with dris. she wasn't too happy either and was waving her arms in every direction, using every swear word known to man. then went across the road and found solace in our agony uncle. dear Uncle Jack Daniels is such a good listener. always an open ear and a wise word or two, especially after a few rounds of discussion. we lost count of how many rounds we had maybe because we weren't actually paying for the drinks. special favours from special friends behind the bar!

we got fa to come pick dris and i up to go to fh's house. by that time, we was plastered. sat ourselves in the living room and filled the room with the beautiful Mary Jane's aroma. ah was it sweet. fa even went out to pick up ay - now there's a smoke machine. stupid people then tried to teach me (stoned as hell) how to play "chor tai ti" (some chinese card game). kept on losing, maybe because i kept confusing the hearts as spades and the clubs as hearts. it was some confusing shit. dris just laughed at me uncontrollably. fh joined us way after 3am. i mean come on - there we are in his crib and he's not there. that's why his shit gets stolen. he took out his new toy - a very lovely hookah! he doesn't mess about.

for the life of me, i really didn't know where i was for a solid three hours. the world seemed lost. and we just chillin'. simply chillin'. damn i love that feeling!