Stoner’s Journal: listen to my rants
He wakes up in a pool of salted and honey roasted nuts all over his bed, and the floor, and boxes of melted ice cream dripping by the bedside. Looking at the condition of the room, he was disappointed in himself. Having just finished watching The Matrix Marathon again over the weekend, he instinctively squats down and lunges forward to save his drowning journal from the icecream pool. Fortunately for the journal, he was right on time, and unfortunately for him, he slips and falls facefirst into one of the ice cream boxes.
He was glad that the fall was worth saving his journal and skims through it to check its condition. He notices the latest piece he wrote the previous night. Elated, with a broad smile, nods to himself, “I’ve got to see that happen man! Will myself into it. Live to the day I can share this with her”. And with this newfound excitement, he texts her...
