The northlondonhippy

Archive for March 18th, 2006

Well it’s a hippy happy, happy hippy, sec­ond anniver­sary to me!

That’s right fuck­ers; I’m two years old today, well offi­cially anyway.

It was two years ago this very day that I became the internet’s smartest, sex­i­est and most well-hung blogger.

I’m the one true genius of the 21st cen­tury; I’m a mes­siah for the new mil­len­nium too!

I’m also the biggest inter­net celebrity you’ve never heard of! But not for long, now that I’ve reached this major blog­ging mile­stone, I’m sure the main­stream media will be beg­ging to suck my cock.

Any day now, I’ll be asked to write insight­ful “think pieces” on var­i­ous sub­jects for classy, glossy mag­a­zines as well as being invited to appear on pop­u­lar TV pro­grammes to dis­cuss my pro­gres­sive views on drug legal­i­sa­tion and oral sex.

Need­less to say, I’ll be hand­somely com­pen­sated for my time and trou­ble with truck­loads of cash, buck­ets of hard drugs and count­less easy women.

It could happen!

The non-de plume, “northlon­don­hippy” was actu­ally first used by me around six months prior to my blog­ging debut on the EDIT Forums. I haven’t posted any­thing there in ages and ages, instead I put it all here in my blog. I do dip into it occa­sion­ally just to see what the kids are into these days.

When I was post­ing on EDIT, it was mainly on the sub­ject of my beloved and now banned magic mush­rooms. It was an excel­lent resource on the sub­ject and still is, as well as hav­ing sub-sections for every­thing else under the drug-induced sun.

I tried to log into recently and guess what? I can’t remem­ber my pass­word and there doesn’t seem to be a way to reset it. Bum­mer, man!

Hey, if any­one from EDIT reads my blog, say “hi”; get in touch, let’s talk business!

Ah-hem.

So what’s hap­pened to this hippy in the last two years? Do you really want the pot­ted history?

There are over 430 hippy entries includ­ing this one, which cat­a­logue my every move for the last two years. They cover my stretch of unem­ploy­ment, my quest for find­ing a job, my drug intake, my stu­pid, cheap jokes at the expense of oth­ers, the loss of my father and gen­er­ally every thought, feel­ing and emo­tion I’ve experienced.

Ok, maybe that’s a stretch, but you get the idea.

Every­one is busy; every­one goes through changes; what makes me so special?

I’m the moth­er­fuck­ing northlon­don­hippy god­damn it!

I swear unnec­es­sar­ily, I blas­pheme; I smoke dope daily. I always tell the truth, no mat­ter where that truth may lead me, whether it is about the world, the uni­verse or myself.

I know there’s more that I don’t know than I do. I know that’s true for every­one on the planet that is alive now or ever will be.

We know about 1% of 1% of noth­ing about our exis­tence. I don’t see that increas­ing any time soon.

We’ll never know why we’re here; we’ll never know how we came to be.

Any­thing beyond those two sim­ple state­ments is either con­jec­ture or bull­shit or both.

It dri­ves me mad that I’ll never have answers to these basic, fun­da­men­tal ques­tions. I’ve lost more sleep pon­der­ing the impon­der­able than over any­thing else in my entire stink­ing life!

Is it any won­der I smoke dope all the time?

The real ques­tion is, why don’t the rest of you smoke it all the time too?

I try to sus­tain my piti­ful exis­tence by just accept­ing that I’m here and it doesn’t mat­ter why or how. I get through every day by telling myself it’s all point­less, mainly because it is all point­less, in the greater scheme of things.

We’re tiny, insignif­i­cant lit­tle crea­tures, all of us on this planet from the small­est insects to us hair­less, pseudo-intellectual apes.

Actu­ally, we’re worst off of them all, because we can think; we think we’re special.

We’re not spe­cial; we’re just part of the flora and fauna…only we’re con­sum­ing or pol­lut­ing the rest of the flora and fauna faster than it can keep up.

We are either poi­son­ing our­selves or eat­ing our­selves, either way that doesn’t leave much, does it?

So we all do what we need to do to get through each day.

So what if I’ll never get the answers I seek, nei­ther will you, no one will. It’s not like you all know the truth and you’re keep­ing it a secret from me.

Are you? Are you?

Wouldn’t that be a pisser!

PS.
You can still win my god­damn bong.

I have to say the stan­dard of entries so far has been a bit, um, I don’t want to offend any­one, but they’ve been a bit sub-par. I know you fuck­ers can do better!

There’s still time to enter, every­thing you need to know is just a CLICK away.

PPS.
Watch out for my per­sonal top five favourite hip­py­posts, com­ing soon to this very page!