Wobbled said:
Yeah I like it as well it just stands out from the rest doesn't it. I hope more people can comment on this
I was one of the crappiest people in english at school but I never really cared as my job (i'm a truck driver at the docs in Brisbane) and how I live my life doesn't rely on me to put spaces in between every single sentence. At least it isn't swahili or something like this ÃßÏ ãÓÄæá ÚÑÇÞí ÑÝíÚ ÇÎÊÑÇÞ ÇáÚäÇÕÑ ÇáãÓáÍÉ æ"ÅÑåÇÈíä" áÃÌåÒÉ ÇáÃãä ÚãæãÇð æÇáÔÑØÉ (I have no idea what this says)
See this ^^^ it's paragraphing, not so hard after all eh
didn't even know you did it did ya
I have the wildest paranoid story. It involves my ex girlfriend whom I've document many a time in SLR about her insanity and a new years party and, copious amounts of drugs, a plane ride and two different states.
First of all it happened about 2 years ago in the pinnacle of my drug use, me and my two roomates at the time decided we'd do our own fear & loathing style drug binge at new years, so each week, we stashed a pill each, or a few points of whizz etc. The final tally in our stash was around 80 pills of different logo and colour and a half ball of varied meth and speed. In addition to this we bought another 8 ball on NYE. It was like a lolly shop.
Anyway NYE was pretty tame, had drinks and did the countdown at our place with some mates went to bed around 4 then woke up and had breaky and 4 massive lines each at around 10, then went to perth cup, drank, did more lines and ate our first pills for the trip, double dropped actually...
The night that ensued was pretty wild, living close to the racecourse, it was a forgone conclusion that everyone was going back to ours....
Long story short, after about 4 days, and a few top ups on the goey me and the girl decided to get stoned and knock ourselves out for some rest, we got fucken stoned, really really stoned and went back to her place, she had a shower I twitched on the couch try to make sense of the tele...
Then the Fear kicked in, I watched her drying her hair in the bathroom and became convinced that she was cleaning a gun to shoot me, so with this thought in mind I took off. I told her I was going to get beers from the bottlo, but i really went to the airport, and booked a flight for adelaide where my folks live and went straight there, then once on the ground in adelaide I realised I was in no state to see my folks, so I got a taxi to glenelg bech, stripped to my boxers and had a swim and chilled out at the beach.
I then went to go home and reality kicked back in and I realised I was in adelaide, coming down like fuck, with no where to go, then I started crying...and got a plane home again....