I went to the gym for a bit after work, quite pleasant, all told. Then for a beer afterwards.
The leaves are coming down at quite a rate now, I have my pair of football type boots on today and the film of gunk over the pavement meant I almost went arse over tit on about a dozen occasions. I had to gulp down my grapefruit juice straight after brushing my teeth followed by listerine, the amalgamation of the two created a strange taste, for a second it tasted like weed in liquid form. Not that I have ever tasted that, (the nearest I've come is some solids melted into a yogurt, which isn't quite the same) but it was just a flash on my senses. Apparently some of my old friends were talking to my flatmate about if I have a weed habit any more, as I used to consume quite heroic quantities and was always bringing people back to mine for a smoke and game of Pikmin. But it is well over a year since I've even touched any, and even then it was just a social smoke round my mates house. Don't miss it at all (well, except for when it has been a really long, shit day, I sometimes think 'fuck, I could do with settling back with a lung', but the feeling soon passes). It's crazy looking back to those days, how much I drank and how much I weed I caned. Barely recognise it as me, really.
On the way into work I noticed a guy with a full elvis hairstyle driving around in his red van, he looked like a typical mid fifties workman, wearing obligatory scowl, with stupid hair stuck on top. I was walking up behind a girl who was quite grossly thin, her arse looked like 2 deflated oranges in a small carrier bag. Her manish head was rather big too, making the difference all the more noticable.
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