Mama, we all go to hell

Firstly, 4 months on, and i feel like we never really lost grandma.

Maybe there's a way to smoke something and not feel the nausea. Maybe there's a way to exhale some good ol smoke without having an arid smoky aroma stick to you. Maybe there's shisha.

Usually you smoke shisha like an arab. More so like an afghan. The appealing thing about it is the smell, although you can still fucking die the same way if not faster than smoking those little tabacco twigs.

No wonder that caterpillar from alice in wonderland only had one scene.

Haha.

*Chops forehead* you know what its for bren. "Offi....."

Last night me brad and marxha went to rasta to rendezvous with noel and sham for a little drink after climbing. These guys(and girl) might be our new little clique. Noel could be my new shisha partner for i know he's a pretty darn good bassist. Had this band tryout 2 years back and he was in it. Dont think he remembers anything about our little evening at the studio though. Now, he's setting routes for camp 5 and our project routes are his warm ups. Fuck.

Well, brad on the other hand, is NOT getting a girlfriend anytime soon. After all that hype in one previous particular post. Apparently he has relegated "girls" to below college and climbing now. Kudos for that. He knows his priorities. Roxx Climbing Competition at the Summit in May. We're training for it. So yea, no sleep tonight.

Speaking about climbing, brad wouldn't aknowledge me as Boulderjinn. Although at times he'd fucking call me that. I hate routes, i love bouldering, i think i have just enough climbing stamina for bouldering, i do routes like i boulder, i can drop and relax anytime without having to hang 15 meters from the ground, i dont have technique, so call me boulderjinn dammit.

Oh and yesterday i encountered my first road block.

And why do i feel like i just wrote a bunch of nonsense like i'm high.....

Jinny