GraviTEA Bongs

Well, I am have finally broken down and decided that the internet has many ways of killing my time other than checking and re-checking my e-mail, the NY Times and BBC (just in case anything important happened in the hald an hour I should have been doing work), and ebay (because I'm a spaz). So, here we are, with my new blog. Keeping the mildly interested and alltogether bored entertained for the last...ten whole minutes. Hoorah!

Just an update on my life. I am in London, as anyone who knows me, and thus, anyone who kinda gives a shit already knows. What else is there to say? I am in fuckin London, havin' a grand ol' time. I live in a moderately comfortable flat, made uncomfortable by the fact that five people live in a two bedroom flat, the dishwasher leaks, the fridge freezes EVERYTHING that is held within it's dark recesses, and the people have a mild habit, myself included, of being entertaining to live with. Now, I am not gonna turn this into a bitch blog or anything. I have a therapist for that. I am merely updating the world as to my status.

Last Monday I found out that a very good friend of mine has cancer, a cancer that all of her doctors and specialists and nurses and, well, everyone her insurance paid to give her an accurate opinion, told her would be terminal. On Tuesday night, the 21st of February, she took her life after two treatments of her exercise in futility: chemotherapy. Life is fleeting, as someone famous I'm sure once said, but now I say that maybe it is alright to flee from life. Maybe we make decisions not because they are better for us, but because they are the only remaining plausible option.

Regardless, I did not deal with said news in any sort of a healthy manner. I went out, bought pot, and I smoked it. In a slightly twisted homage to John Lennon, who I'm sure would agree, the moral of todays story is: All you need is drugs. As for the love, that was most amply and graciously provided by everyone here, and thank god, allah, and Billy, the God of Biscuits, for my friends.....sappy.

And now for something completely different...
This weekend was pretty good, albeit lazy, moderately uneventful, and filled with the task at hand: procrastination. I hung out with Mike, Annie, and Jess pretty much from Thursday afternoon until this morning. Escapism has never been more fun. We went to Portobello Market in Notting Hill, walked around the city, like you do, and got drunk. With the leftover pot we went straight to good ol' zone 2, to the casa of Mike, Annie, and this is my vomit hand Jess and made a gravity out of a two liter bottle of month old lemon seltzer and, get this, an electric tea kettle. They don't call me MacGuyver for nothing. If there is smoking that needs to be done, then GOD DAMMIT it will get done. The gravities were, muah, bellisima and, suffice it to say, the four of us were satisfied in our stonedness. I then passed out on my couch, the one currently inhabiting their living room, and the next day even went as far as to decorate my little nook of their flat with ads for prostitutes I found in a phonebooth.

Soooooo...that is what life threw at me last week. I am sure I will post more blogs because it feels good to vomit up the happenings of my life onto a publicly accessible bastien of the world wide web. Good night, and good luck, fair viewers.


Meredith
9/12/1985-2/12/2006