Things are weird.

[Dimocritus]

There's probably nothing in here that will be mind-bendingly entertaining. I woke up at 6 AM still drunk with the spins, and now I am just in a strange mood. A thousand pardons.

I'd say I was losing it.
I'd say I was losing it if I thought for one second that I ever "had it."
I'd say that something's wrong, that shit's simply just fucked beyond all repair.
I'd say that something's wrong if I didn't already know for a fact that it is. No need to state the obvious.

I don't sleep at night anymore.
I'm not really sure why.
It's not because I'm not tired, 'cuz I am.
I just lay in the dark, staring at blank.
While the brain, it just runs.
I tell it to shut the fuck up, and that I'm trying to get some rest.
But it just keeps running.
Maybe it's smarter than I am and it knows better whats best for me.
Which, in this case, is that I am not to sleep for some reason.

I've written off most of my friends. For a lot of reasons.
Mainly because they annoy me.
I'm a relatively poor person. I don't really have a problem with that.
The problem I have is listening to my whiny-bitch friends complain that they have it soooo rough.
They compain that they are in "tough times" while they drive Lexus's, eat out every night, and only drink "the best beer."
Seriously? Boo fucking hoo. Fuck off. You never hear me complain...

The others, well, fuck them too, while we're at it.
"Dimo, why don't you hang out anymore?"
Because you hang at trendy bars with trendy trend setters.
The "Providence scene" lost its appeal to me when I was fourteen.
A bitter winter filled with liquid acid and high-grade marijuana gives things a certain tranparency.
At the very least, a certain opaqueness.

So, I tell them all to fuck off.
And now it's just me and my brain and, gahd, it won't shut up.

I've tried to make new friends, which can be difficult for someone as particular as I can be at times.
Not to mention my general disdain for people... in general.
Despite this, I've had success to a certain degree but they're less like friends and more like activity partners or really cool co-workers, which I suppose is OK.
But sometimes I want to do more than just hang some flyers and have a good chuckle about it.

Why does no one know how to have fun anymore?
I'd show them how, but it seems that I've forgotton how myself.
Unfortunate.
It's frustrating. Knowing you once knew something that you now no longer know, y'know?

Fuck it.
What am I even doing? Like, right now and in the whole "grand scheme" of things.
I'm not really sure, I guess.
Nevermind...
It's all one big tangent...

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

i actually liked this, pretty much brain spew right?

[Dimocritus]

Thanks. Yes, brain spew. Something to do while I wait for my stomach to stop trying to digest itself.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

Thanks. Yes, brain spew. Something to do while I wait for my stomach to stop trying to digest itself.

eat something, take a walk. You just kicked up dome dust, breaking old patterns, take the isolation to a more natural place, smoke a j if you want.

give your body correct fuel, your brain will function efficiently, and if it wont shut up, take it somewhere less enclosed so you dont feel so hemmed in and can work shit out.

[Payne]

I read as far as this:

There's probably nothing in here that will be mind-bendingly entertaining. I woke up at 6 AM still drunk with the spins, and now I am just in a strange mood. A thousand pardons.

I'd say I was loosing

[Dimocritus]

Thanks. Yes, brain spew. Something to do while I wait for my stomach to stop trying to digest itself.

eat something, take a walk. You just kicked up dome dust, breaking old patterns, take the isolation to a more natural place, smoke a j if you want.

give your body correct fuel, your brain will function efficiently, and if it wont shut up, take it somewhere less enclosed so you dont feel so hemmed in and can work shit out.

Thanks again. Good advice is good. Though, I've eaten already and it really hasn't helped. And I would totally smoke a J right now if I hadn't lost the rest of my weed stumbling home last night. I'm not really sure how it managed to make its way out of my sock. I've been keeping my weed there since I can remember and I've never lost it before... The more natural place and less enclosed suggestions are spot on though.

I read as far as this:

There's probably nothing in here that will be mind-bendingly entertaining. I woke up at 6 AM still drunk with the spins, and now I am just in a strange mood. A thousand pardons.

I'd say I was loosing

Didn't even realize that. Damn.

Edit: and now I can't even go back and fix it because you pointed it out...

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

yes mild dyslexia makes me more forgiving than some when it comes to spelling.

and have you seen my syntax sometimes? srsly, it's b0rked.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

Altho i tend to proof read.

there ya go dimo.. protip.

[Captain Utopia]

...The others, well, fuck them too, while we're at it.
"Dimo, why don't you hang out anymore?"
Because you hang at trendy bars with trendy trend setters.
The "Providence scene" lost its appeal to me when I was fourteen.
A bitter winter filled with liquid acid...

I'd be tempted to accept the invitation to hang, but just kinda fuck things up a little and make things a little strange in the trendy bar scene. Cause if your city is anything like mine, I expect we're talking some over-designed bathrooms in those swanky bars, eh Dimo? Waterfalls, chrome, glass. Pristine installations all. That sounds like an interesting canvas to me.

Or just accept the invites and turn up for the night out dressed all juggalo. Either/or.

[Dimocritus]

Altho i tend to proof read.

there ya go dimo.. protip.

I'll admit, I did proofread 

Little outta my gourd these days...

I'd be tempted to accept the invitation to hang, but just kinda fuck things up a little and make things a little strange in the trendy bar scene. Cause if your city is anything like mine, I expect we're talking some over-designed bathrooms in those swanky bars, eh Dimo? Waterfalls, chrome, glass. Pristine installations all. That sounds like an interesting canvas to me.

Or just accept the invites and turn up for the night out dressed all juggalo. Either/or.

No chrome or waterfalls. These places spend a lot of money to make it look like they didn't spend a lot of money, if you know what I mean. They're just kinda' "hipster" joints. Cliquey and boring.

[Suu]

Hey Dimo, dunno if you can, but GS, Herbert, Richter and myself are going to The Abbey tonight (It's on Admiral near Providence College, aptly named right?) cheap wings and a good beer selection. You're welcome to join us.

We'll be discussing stuff for our upcoming SCA event, but hell, you can get out of your house and at least get some laughs.

[Dimocritus]

Hey Dimo, dunno if you can, but GS, Herbert, Richter and myself are going to The Abbey tonight (It's on Admiral near Providence College, aptly named right?) cheap wings and a good beer selection. You're welcome to join us.

We'll be discussing stuff for our upcoming SCA event, but hell, you can get out of your house and at least get some laughs.

Hey, thanks, I really appreciate that. I may take you up on that, assuming I can figure out a way to get there/back. A small, aside, I've been meaning to ask someone about the SCA. How long have you guys been with the SCA? My father was involved to a degree that Im not fully sure of and I had been to events more than once when I was very young. I'm just curious what it's like now compared to what little I remember about it from way back.

[Suu]

I've been in it for the better part of 10 years. Richter and Herbert started in it when they were at URI, so I think like 7-8 years for them, and General Stuart hit the ground running last year (but he had done WMA stuff previously).

You have my number. We may be able to coordinate buses or what not. I know you live fuck all down in West Warwick though.

[Dimocritus]

I've been in it for the better part of 10 years. Richter and Herbert started in it when they were at URI, so I think like 7-8 years for them, and General Stuart hit the ground running last year (but he had done WMA stuff previously).

You have my number. We may be able to coordinate buses or what not. I know you live fuck all down in West Warwick though.

Cool beans. I'm gonna see what I can do and I'll shoot you a text or something later if I'm gonna be there.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Breakups will fuck you in the head. Hang in there...