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This happened to me out of nowhere one day after like 7 years of smoking. It's horseshit. Being high used to be chill and fun as fuck. I took a hit the other day and was convinced I was about to have a heart attack.

I just checked their merch and saw the Rites of Spring shirt for $5 and got bummed they don't have it in small. Not that I would have ordered it, I have to go pay for my new alternator in a couple hours, but still.

I spent a few years high as fuck and now my body punishes me by making me think I'm dying if I take a hit. But yeah you might want to take a break because eventually being stoned just feels like "normal"

Yeah I just read the whole thing and I'm really glad I stuck with it.

I'd consider the last few pages of that thread an accomplishment. Laughed really hard at a lot of those drawings.

You should check out Stoker. It's an American film but directed by Park Chan-wook who also directed Oldboy and Joint Security Area. The cinematography and direction are fucking fantastic.

Life is stupid and all of my hoodies are in my car or my girlfriend's car right now. I'll just wear one of hers and deal with her being only a little bit mad her hoodie smells like smoke.

In other animal related news: I believe I have come to a truce of mutual respect and fear with the local skunk. We both startle each other a couple times a week, but keep our distance and go our separate ways. For the first 24 years of my life I lived in a house in the goddamn woods and never had this many animal problems. Well except that time my friends and I were smoking out the garage because it was raining out and a bat ruined everything for everyone.

Well now I just found one hanging from a dark corner in the stairwell. I'm terrified that the next time I go out for a cigarette it'll be flying around. It's a really narrow stairwell and I really am not looking forward to the panic attack. Smoking inside is gross, I mean it's awesome when it's someone else's apartment, but I'm not about all my stuff smelling like shit. I'm really tempted to just smoke out my bathroom window. Just need to weigh if I'm more scared of the bat or having a really pissed off girlfriend.

You sound like a cop.

My sister has worked at American Eagle for the last 8 years and continues to work there despite having a full time government job. She gets a crazy good discount so every Christmas I end up getting jeans from either her or my mom. AE jeans are pretty legit as far as quality goes so I haven't actually had to buy myself jeans ever really.

Even though I imported an Australian Blu-Ray of Eraserhead I am still so pumped for the Criterion in October. I couldn't see Criterion doing Lost in Translation, even without the whole "licensing" issue. I mean, I like the movie, but if Criterion announced it I'd be like "Really?"

A couple people who funded the kickstarter got theirs delivered last week without getting a shipping confirmation. I would assume the rest will be going out this week now that the holiday weekend is over.That's just a guess though.

This would be amazing and I would owe you my internet love forever.

Does anyone else have problems with Pitchfork's streams? Every time they premiere an album I try to listen to it and can never make it through a whole song without it just stopping.

They're ugly little motherfuckers. Another Upstate NY animal annoyance: Deer owe me new brakes. Had to slam on my brakes so hard and fast twice this weekend that I probably took months of the life of my brake pads.

I'm really lucky they can't get into my actual apartment, just the stairwell. My downstairs neighbor has just enough space between her door and the floor that they can get under it.

All Cheerleaders Die It was alright but I was expecting better from Lucky McKee.

Upstate NY. Crazy amount of bats around here. It's an old building and every year they find someway to squeeze into the building. Really old building next door has a giant boarded up attic that looks like the entrance to the fucking Bat Cave every night.

I am too goddamn drunk and have too many anxiety problems to deal with there being a bat in the apartment building. At least it wasn't flying around like the one last year. Motherfucker was chilling in front of the front door hopping around. I live on the third (top) floor and going down to smoke a cigarette almost gave me a heart attack. We have a really narrow stairwell and when we get bats it's terrifying. I went upstairs and grabbed a hoodie because I felt better not having any exposed skin. Came down and couldn't see it so I ran outside and left the door open. Eventually I saw it climbing the door frame and ALMOST coming outside. It kept creeping back in forth between being inside and out while it climbed the frame. Eventually it came outside and tried to fly, immediately flying directly into the car parked about 8 feet in front of the door. It crawled around the sidewalk for awhile, flew back into the car, climbed back up to the sidewalk, and then finally flew away. I'd be a lot less freaked out if it wasn't acting weird and dumb as fuck, could have rabies or some shit.

I'm not going to be able to grab this for a long time and I am so fucking bummed.

They're usually pretty good about it. They used to do it for free but I think it's only like $5 or something now. Might be a huge backlog from this sale though.

I mentioned dropping close to $900 on my car over the last two months. Well, that was tire/brake related. Never even had a hint of any other problems. So I'm driving home from work, all my dash lights go out, the speedometer zeros out, my turn signals dont work, and it's almost impossible to accelerate. I pull into the first parking lot I can (it's dark and empty of course) to be like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Now my car wont start, I'm out of cigarettes, and the gas station across the street closed AS I WAS WALKING UP TO THE DOOR. My girlfriend is coming to either jump my car or take me home. Double bonus: I have weed on me for the first time in over two years. Picked up a bag for my girlfriend from a coworker. So I have that added anxiety and I can't even smoke any of it when this is all over. Happy birthday, America!