although SOME people still pushed for the idea that I KNOWINGLY took "hits" of the unidentified rolled thingy.... I MUST repeat it: I didnt know okey.
my body was prolly profoundly soaked in rum, tequila and beer that night to even notice that i was sitting on recently cultivated garden dirt while singing an eraserheads song. i couldnt distinguish whether i was smoking cigarettes, paper or a roll of shit.
but beside that unfortunate throwing up incident, i actually had the most fun in a weekend weekend. it started last friday with the drinking and ended on an early tuesday morning drinking still but with "laing" and "fishballs" close by and mind you, no puking this time.
it was a perfect excuse to forget about recent break-ups, a seemingly endless to do list, a litany of meetings and 5 giant puppets (ask me later). the most amazing and scary part of it all is people are setting me up with other people. i dont think i am ready to go there, when i know i was mainly the reason why rhumbar found some other vegetable to play with, and i know i still am not ready to change.
i know what committed means.... and i seem to lack the understanding and the duties that come with it....
on the other hand... i would have the previlige of knowing other people... i just have to keep myself from commiting or making them believe that i am ready to commit to anything.
the picture is taken just before i puked...
