Barry White didnt need to have sex with women, he just spoke to thier Vagina and they Orgasim.
Chelsea is fuckin’ awesome. Watchin’ the show is like walking inside a hen house. Baaaak baak baaa bbaak bbaak<——Chicken sounds’
I’m likeing this “Chelsea Lately” show. She looks so dead, the host that is. I love celeb gossip. It make me feel better about myself knowing celebs have the same problems that I do…Funny show.
So far so good. I love the characters in this movie. Lecter as always my favorite. Charming, persuasive and completely insane. Edward Nortan was casted perfect for this role. The narrative type. I’m not done with the movie and already its becoming one of my Favs. It draws you in.
Love is beautiful, wonderful, awesome, inspiring, incredible, magical, amazing and delicious.
The #1 killer of love is relationships.
This is very true. Yet people insist on getting into relationships. Why is that? Can’t we just evolve away from that?I blame the media. With thier love stories and false happly ever afters.
I took twenty Robos at about 9:50 Monday night. I fell asleep a little after 3. This is my story.
Having had quite a large dinner before ingesting the delicious red gels, I knew way ahead of time that I was going to throw up. This was only slightly worrisome, as I’ve heard it’s pretty basic that one throws up the first couple times they encounter this strange and amusing drug. I was completely prepared for the trip, and the vomit that would ensue.
I take the pills.
About an hour or so later, I start to feel warm. My fingers have built up a small sweat, and there is a slimy feeling in my stomach. As time slowly continues forward, the slimy feeling grows, and there is a very odd, hot feeling in my head. I open the window, and stick my head out. The breeze is cool, and feels very good against my skin.
At 11:20, I throw up.
Alex told me that this would cause me to lose some of the effects of the DXM, and turns out to be right. The overall effect is rather weak (though still somewhat fun), and this continues for the next hour and a half.
At 1:14, I decide it’s just a waste of pills and vomit to have such meager effects. I hit a bowl.
At 1:15, shit hits the fan.
At 2:56, Alex decides he is tired and needs to go to sleep. I agree through a blur of confusion, and fall asleep sometime shortly thereafter.