...went to work this morning and pretty much hated everything about it.
Then I went home to my perma-baked roomate annoying the shit out of me as he toked and talked about stupid shit he was looking at on the internet. After he joyously describes to me an inconspicuous youtube video showing a guy driving a big gas guzzler through an even bigger puddle and getting stuck, like it's the greatest thing he has ever seen, I decided to go watch TV.
Ten minutes go by and I'm watching a reality show. I'm using it for character inspiration, and enjoying what little entertainment value it has; jotting down notes and ideas as attention whores make asses of themselves on national TV. Work destroyed the left side of my brain.
He comes in, smokes his pipe and says, I shit you not, "Reality television is such mind numbing garbage... is therefore completely stupid, and I can't believe you're watching it." He then coughs and begins to smoke some more. So... I suggest we roll the show up and smoke it instead. He gets pissed and gurgles all the familiar weed party talking-points. He's going places he says. He thinks he has a big shot important job, when really he's as expendable as I am to the company he works for.
Later on I decided to carpool toward my parent's house, with him, since he was headed that way, and saving gas is awesome. Along the way he tells me, "Oh... I need to stop at this smoke shop... it'll only take 10 minutes." So while he tries to pick out a new pipe, I stand gazing upon all the dumb tasteless shit you'll find in all smoke shops and observing all the stupid people worshipping it all. I loathe them all... well there was a hot chick working the counter. However, her boyfriend, a real eminem-like dude, comes in, and I decide she's probably annoying.
Half an hour later my roomate finally buys another pice of glass to add to his arsenal or glass. Why he even needed another one baffles me.
My head hurts.
