If you talk to celebrities in your head, you're probably fat.

I'm sitting here on my laptop from 1998, and i'm smoking a little early today. It's 6:30, and I have a whiskey sour and a bowl packed for myself. Birdman had to get up early today, so I was alone for most of today. My mom bought me some chinese food, and I talked to my grandmother about the pros and cons of breastfeeding. I hope there aren't any wetnurses with AIDS around, that would suck. I don't really want to go back to school. I need it to stay happy, and yet I don't want to go? I should be putting that idea in my pipe instead of this tobacco. There are three movies up, all at the same time that I wanted to go to tonight, but I don't feel like washing my hair. Beyond the Sea is probably bunkum, there's nothing I can't fucking stand more than some hyped up movie that sucks ass. I guess Kinsey got some bad reviews, and Sideways is up for some Oscars. I wish I knew how to make one of those blog polls. How can people type drunk. This is bad. Goodbye.