"What ain't you done?" she asked. "Most girls" he replied.

I truly enjoy nothing as much lately as I enjoy blazing up to some good British comedy. I've been feeling a bit down at the moment because my health isn't 100%, no biggie - just that I've not been able to get on with life as much as I'd like because I'm constantly tired but I never get any sleep. So anyway, when things get you down - it's nice to sit about and rest and light up a joint - think a little, think a lot actually. But I truly do miss the feeling you get when you light up with people around to converse and laugh with. It's always nice to get a good giggle out... but on your own you sometimes miss out on that so when it does come around that you get to that point; it's quite honestly one of the nicest feelings in the world.
This evening I've been going back and forth from writing, to watching Peep Show (if you haven't seen it- you must). Most of my writing has been To Do lists and plans for the coming months and I've been looking over it all feeling more drained then ever and getting frustrated that I'm not able to see the fucking point in it all. I've achieved everything I set out to this year and the year before that so I'm really happy - but I'm also really tired and at the end of the day it's kind of bullshit when you realise that all that hard work goes into the days and nothing magical happens. Your happy, obviously. But you still get up in the mornings and go to sleep at night like you always did. You don't grow wings or get keys to magical places. You've lost sight of how hard it was when you couldn't do simple tasks back when you were a bit depressed or when you were in the slump that forced you to get better; it's human nature to block out the bad. So when nothing major changes you come across the idea that it's always this way and maybe it wouldn't matter if you just slept and hibernated for a few months to catch up on sleep. After all, you've achieved every goal you ever set yourself and well, where to now right? Surely the best thing to do would be to just sleep until the answer came about? Maybe you should even pick up some of those wanky inspirational books and try to surround yourself in successful people - be the dream... you know? Well, that's the thought process I've been having of late and as nice as it would be to be really successful in something (god knows what) and live the proper ideal dream life - I truly just think it's a bit of wank. I look at those people and think "You are an absolute twat. What are you doing with yourself?" I don't want that. I don't want anything close to that sort of piss taking inspirational mumbo jumbo in my life.
So what the fuck do I want? To sit around and smoke weed and life in my own little bubble? I think maybe I do. Because the happiest I've felt in days was when I watched this: (from 1min48 - 2min09)

Click the image and it'll let you watch it, youtube won't allow me to post it on here for some homo-erotic reason. And yes, I just used homo-erotic in a sentence in which it doesn't actually make any sense.


*Sorry about this post, it was more of a thought process and something I wanted to recall later on rather than a public piece to show to anyone. I did however hope that one day someone else would be in similar shoes, smoking up and would read it and feel as if it was so dead on that it totally greened them out. :P
Suckers. Haha..

Peace.

P.S I can't take credit for the title of this blog - I'd point out the author but I think perhaps he'd like to keep his reputation as a bit of a Man About Town in tact. :)

P.P.S I can't leave you with a post about greening out without some stupid shit from youtube that I'm currently / always enjoying: