Ideally it wouldn’t be the only thing one posted on the eve of the adventure, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with posting it. It helps people form a personal connection to her before the meat of the blog gets started. My favorite blogs have been a mixture of the poignant and the mundane. In many ways, the personal touches are what makes a blog more interesting to read than a traditional newspaper column or news story.
You also have to allow for someone in a situation like that to be overwhelmed. Despite all my schooling and training, I didn’t really knock anything out of the park on my first day on the job, either.
This is weird, I’m 24 and I don’t know anyone who doesn’t smoke pot. Wait, probably my stepmom. And my stepbrother, but he’s only 12. Give 'im time.
Less than a week ago, my younger brother left for Uganda. He’ll be living there for a year, working for an NGO that is trying to make the Members of Parliament less corrupt and more responsible to their constituents. This will be my brother’s third time in Africa; if you’re looking to read some damn good writing by a young person about their experience in Africa, I’d be happy to forward you some of the e-mails he sent us about living and teaching AIDS education in Tanzania.
Pretty much my situation too. In fact my only close cowoker that doesn’t only doesn’t because he says he smoked too much when he lived down in California and decided he’d had enough and gave it up.
You know what, fuck you and your establishment bullshit! I ain’t doing drugs because you told me to! In fact, I’m gonna be cleaner than a fucking whistle! How you like me now, you old ass muthafucka?
Kids’ real job is to piss off the older generation. Seems they’ve done a good job so far.
Having sex after taking three hits of ecstasy is about as practical as singing while you drink a glass of water (if you’re male, at least). Shrooms are still out there, but one or two bad trips are enough to turn anyone off to them, especially given the availability of alternatives.