The northlondonhippy

Archive for March 15th, 2006

One bong. One win­ner. One hippy to decide! Click here to enter!

What’s with you guys?

Don’t you want to win my old bong?

This con­test is seri­ous. This con­test is real!

You can win my old bong. Well, you can if you enter. There’s a link at the top of this page that will tell you how!

Some­one really has to win it, why not let it be you!

My new bong arrived yes­ter­day in all its RooR good­ness. I went for the Lit­tle Sista Ice Mas­ter 5.0 and it’s a work of art! It’s also mas­sive! It’s a good thing I’m get­ting rid of my old one!

Believe it or not, I haven’t tried it yet. I’m wait­ing for the right time to test drive it. I expect it will smoke like a dream.

I’m awake too early again this morn­ing, thanks to two my cats. I’m work­ing tonight and they woke me up more than 12 hours before I’m due at my office. I’m going back to bed, very soon.

I’ve got a cou­ple of things I need to sort out before I rejoin my pil­lows and this entry is just my attempt to kill some time.

Does that make you feel bad? That I’m only here to waste some time? I’ve got no pearls of wis­dom or clever obser­va­tions to share with you. I’m just here because I can’t think of any­thing bet­ter to do.

A lot of life is just killing time. Wait­ing is prob­a­bly our num­ber one pas­time. We wait in shops, in doctor’s offices, we wait for pages to load in our browsers online; we wait for food to be served, plates to be cleared, loved ones to phone.

Most of the time, we’re all just wait­ing to die.

Maybe your death is decades away, maybe it’s only moments. Per­haps while you’re sit­ting at your PC, read­ing this very hip­py­post­ing, you might shuf­fle off that mor­tal coil.

Sorry in advance if my dri­vel is the last thing on your mind when you meet your maker!

Per­haps you’re one of those peo­ple that fill every wak­ing moment with some­thing use­ful and wor­thy. Well done, you.

I try to keep busy, I strive not to waste time, but I can’t help it. There’s just so much of it to waste.

Until you run out of time, then you wish you could have all the time back.

Some­times I feel like I’ve wasted the last 20 years of my life.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t had fun, because I’m the king of fun, but I do won­der some­times if the choices I’ve made and the direc­tions I’ve taken have been the right ones.

There’s a school of thought that says what­ever deci­sion you make, it’s the right deci­sion, because it’s the one you made. I’ll buy that because it means you can absolve your­self from any second-guessing.

I don’t like to second-guess myself. Instead, I take stock fre­quently. Most days, I’m not doing too badly.

I’ve got Mrs. H, I’ve got my younger brother; I’ve got a job I dig that pays rea­son­ably well and I’m writ­ing more lately than I ever have. I’ve got a roof over my head and food in my belly. I’ve got com­put­ers, the inter­net and satel­lite tv. I’ve got a house full of cats that keep me enter­tained. I’ve always got dope!

What is this, fuck­ing thanksgiving?

The real ques­tion is; would you do any­thing dif­fer­ently if you had the chance?

Of course I would! Wouldn’t you?

For starters, I’d be taller!