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Back on the E-cigarette.

Posted in General, Smoking with tags , , , , on June 29, 2015 by MISANTHROPIST

I’m smoking my ecig again, no point in having spent money on the thing if I do not use it. Brought myself lime and coffee flavour liquids. Should last me the week and save me a large amount of money.  

The other thing is that I’m able to smoke it wherever I want within my work place. I can smoke and get my work done without interruption. Everybody wins.

Round three. Fight?

-Misanthropist.

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Quitting smoking-ish Day 5

Posted in Smoking with tags , , , on October 26, 2014 by MISANTHROPIST

I say quitting smoking-ish because although I’m not smoking cigarettes I’m still vaping nicotine so I guess it isn’t really quitting. I’m well and truly addicted to nicotine which is not something I’m entirely comfortable with. Could be worse, right? It’s actually surprisingly satisfying despite the fact it is not a cigarette. I’ve begun screwing around with the flavours mixing rum and coconut for a malibu type flavour. It’s not bad actually. I have so much e-liquid I’m stocked for a few months. I’m hoping I’ll see the effect of cutting out some of the chemicals and byproducts associated with smoking, at the same time I’m hoping these E-cigarettes have no health issues in store for me.

Not bad so far… Not bad at all.
-Misanthropist.

Quitting smoking.

Posted in Smoking with tags , , , , , , on October 21, 2014 by MISANTHROPIST

It’s about time I quit smoking, this would be my second attempt. It’ll be good for me to quit but yeah I’m not even going to bother with something like champix, I rarely experience the side effects of medications but with champix I wouldn’t even risk it. I know I said  before that I was concerned about the hazards of the E-cigarette and its lack of regulation but it seems I’ve found a safe retailer and well made liquids. I wish I had the equipment to test the content of the liquids for myself but unfortunately I don’t. So here goes I guess. It’s an interesting little thing, essentially a vaporizer used for smoking marijuana but somebody had the bright idea of putting liquid containing nicotine in it.

One thing I’m quite taken by thus far is the flavours. Coffee, Lemonade and other flavours I enjoy. Takes the sting off of missing the other chemicals and byproducts of combustion found in normal cigarettes. It’s oddly satisfying, and so far I am pleased with the results. I also liked the idea of being able to smoke in public places and not out in the rain but we’ll see how long that lasts. I’m reasoning to myself that not going out every hour for a smoke will in some way increase my general efficiency in many of my endeavors. We’ll see how that holds up into the month. One thing I know for sure is that it’ll save me a shit ton of money. I’m quite pleased with that.

-Misanthropist.

Ask me why I’m writing today.

Posted in Brazil, England, General, Useless information. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2014 by MISANTHROPIST

I didn’t even want to write today, I mean I have plenty to write about once I get it all organized in my head. I’ve done everything there is to do before I sat down to write. There is literally nothing better to do but there is something worth posting about. Since I got home I seem to be having trouble settling back in. I have no clue why this is but I know it isn’t leaving luxury. I just can’t get back into living here. I’m sure there’s a few factors involved and one of them seems to be the perpetual Sunday I’ve experienced thanks to the bank holiday, which is pretty much Sunday 2.0. It seems as if the week got stuck at Sunday. I absolutely hate Sundays.

I just can’t seem to fit back into my routines. My sleep has been all over the place despite waking up early most days, getting used to sleeping alone again. Which is never fun. My eating habits have been affected by this trip, the food out there was so much fresher which turned me off of food a bit. I’m eating sure but I’m not particularly enjoying it. I even tried having a little smoke and a few drinks but still everything feels kinda wrong. Then there is this place. I got used to having a developed social life I guess. We’d just go out and meet with her friends and other friends of friends. You know the drill.

The language barrier was fun, a misanthrope’s dream. Imagine going out and all its benefits without having to engage in lengthy conversations. That said I really liked the people I met and they tried to communicate best they could. It’s so different here, so boring, so dead. Even if I wanted to go out there would be nobody to go with. Then there’s the usual shit, I had to help a friend out who was in trouble. He needed some food. It is that shit around here that some people are struggling. I saw it in Brazil yes, but they don’t seem as socially isolated as we are. In Brazil a friend will feed you as hospitality.

It wasn’t the beautiful apartment or luxury I’d lived in that made me hate this area even more, I always said this place was a pit. It has never been more clear to me how boring, dull and limiting this place is. I’m having trouble getting back into routine but I don’t think I even want to. It’s easier to see monotony once it has been broken I guess. I have plans for the near future but until then I’m stuck in the now and the now is boring as fuck. I’d say the experience has changed me in ways or at least given me fresh perspective. I haven’t stopped taking my coffee black since I got home.

The other thing is that couple routine you get into, that was our routine and it was pretty awesome. I will admit I got used to choice and variety in my food. Not to mention the fact that almost everything can be got on delivery in Brazil, I think I also miss the convenience. Being with her was a lot of fun and now I’m just stuck here where nothing I’m doing is entirely satisfying, this coupled with the fact that I am not even close to settling back in here is making for a fun time. I will say living well contributed to the strangeness of every day things like cooking for myself. You don’t really think about the time these tasks take up when until you haven’t had to do them for a while.

I crave shrimp and cheese coxinha like a motherfucker right now. I have no idea where I can get it but I will find a way. I enjoyed my time in Brazil, it’s a lovely country and the people were warm and relaxed. I think I was only genuinely irritated by two people the whole time I spent there. A young couple behind us, we were on a bus between states and this douche was playing his music loudly so everyone could hear. I totally expect that shit in London but not in Brazil, then again teenagers will be douches, all over the globe. I will get to writing properly, as I have said I’m just not really feeling it. This post came out of thin air. I needed something to do and I had something in my head to write about.

All I’m hearing is bad stuff in the news and people with their problems against this colorful gray backdrop and I’m having a really hard time getting back into it because it isn’t something I want to be a part of. I much prefered the life I lived out there. Not even the luxury just living somewhere interesting and experiencing new things. I want to escape this terminal boredom. I don’t even wonder why the some of the people I know are depressed. It’s pretty bleak here. I’m hoping I can just sit down with the guitar and get back into the music and studio stuff but to be honest I’m just not feeling anything.

Even this post, I started with some sort of direction and then by the end it just feels blunt. I’m hoping it isn’t a completely clusterfuck and fully conveys my feelings, I guess that’s what I had set out to do. Kinda dazed and confused though.
-Misanthropist.

Cacife clandestino – beija flor

Posted in Music with tags , , , , , on May 27, 2014 by MISANTHROPIST

This is a new discovery for me, she put it on at the end of the night while we shared a bath. You can guess the point of this song and if you speak the language you’ll catch the double meaning. Before you ask yes smoke was exchanged. It was a beautiful night and this song kinda captures that feeling for me. My Portuguese is only passable at this point due to communicating with her mother. Looks like I should invest in learning the language. I don’t see this one running off on me. I’ve listened to this a bit since I hit home. Chilling in my kitchen smoking one and listening to this just smiling like an idiot.

Looks like I’m stupidly in love with this girl. I can’t complain.
-Misanthropist

Party time!

Posted in Alcohol, Foods, General Dumbassery, Men, Misanthropy, People, Smoking with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 19, 2014 by MISANTHROPIST

About a month back I received an invitation to the birthday party of a family friend, a friend who is more like a part of the furniture, it was one of those milestone birthdays so I was expected to attend. I had initially thought of ways to get out of it and maybe do something nice for her on a separate occasion because she’s a good friend and I enjoy her company. In the end, with much complaining from my sister, I resigned to the fact that I was going to this party. In the month leading up to the party my anticipation of it eventually turned into enthusiasm. I thought about going to see the doctor because it had been so long since I actually looked forward to anything.

The day of the party finally came around, my mother and sister had been getting ready for the best part of the day between cleaning the house. I never saw the point in getting ready any sooner than an hour before leaving, we have animals so you’d probably end up picking up dog or cat hair. Maybe I’m just lazy I don’t know. We planned to leave my place together. My mother, sister, her boyfriend and myself. We ended up with a few others tagging along because we’re all going to the same place so why not? Shortly after this development I was informed that the bar was not free. Wonderful for someone who can’t get drunk on two beers and doesn’t have a job. Not a problem though, I’m there for the birthday not the alcohol.

I had been worried about being over dressed, I had a nice shirt, trousers and shoes. I was going for smart since this was a function hall. In the end I just said ‘Fuck it. I don’t care.’ I ended up being the best dressed guy there. I also messed with keeping some facial hair for the first time in my life, so they didn’t waste my time asking for ID before serving me. I got a few comments on it, all good ones. Great success! I ended up keeping it seeing as the reception was good. We eventually arrived at the venue, walked in and surprise we hardly knew anyone there other than her parents and a few other familiar faces. I said hello and happy birthday to the birthday girl, handing over the card and gifts as you do in these situations.

I was then forced to introduce myself and make small talk with a bunch of people I don’t know at all which is always fun. After this I was happy to be informed that there was in fact a tab behind the bar. I went up for my first drink joined by my entire family and Stella Artois sounded like the good idea, I like my beer to taste like beer and not spring water. In the time it took us to drink that beer my mother, sister and sisters boyfriend had firmly planted their asses onto seats with no intention of moving. This was probably due to not knowing anyone and not caring to, they were basically only there for the birthday girl.

After some more beer the birthday girl informed us that if she had her way half of these people wouldn’t even be there. It made me kinda glad I’m not close to my extended family, if I had to invite people to avoid pissing them off I’d just cancel the damn party altogether. Is it really worth spending your entire night surrounded by people you hate just to appease the family as a whole? Nope. She ended up sitting with us most of the night unless her mother called her over to talk to another person she wanted nothing to do with. I felt for her, I get the feeling she’d much rather have come back to our place for a quiet one then go back home later to spend the rest of the evening with her mother, father and the few family members she did like.

The food was opened and it was bad. I don’t think I’d have enjoyed it even if I was drunk. Maybe bad is strong but yeah party food needs to be served soon after cooking or it just loses all its flavor. It wasn’t their fault, more of a logistical issue seeing as they drove the food here from their home around 40 miles away. That and the fact that it was just herself and her mother doing the cooking. I did make a discovery, I particularly enjoy shrimp vol au vents so it wasn’t a complete loss. Apparently I walked past a lot of food without realizing it was even there, If I had known I might have eaten more. I spent the entirety of the next morning being told about all this food I walked past that I would have eaten if I had known it was there.

As the night wound on I saw a bottle of jager behind the bar and wondered to myself if the establishment would serve jagerbombs as I had began to get tired and wanted a pick-me-up/decent buzz, the beer just wasn’t doing it for me. The strangest thing about the jagerbombs here was that they were made with Monster energy drink instead of the standard Redbull, a little weird but I was going to complain about free alcohol. My sister’s friend decides to follow suit and before we know it we’d had at least four jagerbombs each, we were joined at the bar by my sister’s boyfriend and the birthday girls significant other who stuck to Jack and coke. Personally I can’t drink Jack with coke, I start feeling sick after two or three so I always have it with lemonade or just straight.

My mother eventually left for home due to work in the morning or just being plain bored. This is when my sister’s friend decided he’s going to drink in time with me. Something I wouldn’t suggest to anyone. The girl behind the bar seemed quite impressed with my drinking, not sure why but she would come back and forth making small talk with me. She was a little Essex for my taste but yeah she seemed nice enough. After a few more Dave informs me that he’d like to acquire a smoke for the rest of the evening ahead, something I again advised him against doing seeing as most people don’t handle the mixture well but he insisted so we stayed a little longer with the birthday girl before headed back home. In this time I also met her brother who went to the same school and that one uncle, you know what I mean…

After the long walk back to my place we sat in and I made a few calls to no avail. When can you not get weed on a Saturday night? I mean these guys call themselves dealers. If that’s your job then that’s your job but surely you make sure you have bud on a Friday and Saturday, the amount of business you could do on those two days alone is more than most people make in a week. After an hour of calling various people I was about to give up when I had a eureka moment, I walked down the road to see another friend who smokes like a chimney and he called a friend of his to come drop it off. To my surprise when he arrived he turned out to be a shady fuck I went to school with. I always said he’d end up being a drug dealer. Called it.

I checked it over, good quality but the quantity was lacking. Not a problem seeing as this was a one time thing and I’m unlikely to see him ever again and dave was willing to take anything as long as he could have a smoke. He’s one of those people who smokes once in a blue moon so he wasn’t particularly concerned as long as it got him stoned. On the way back he had mentioned feeling a little sick so I kept him talking and made sure he had some water, he must have been a lot more wrecked than he looked but he didn’t say anything more about it so we continued on and thought nothing of it. I proceeded to roll the first one and light it up, we passed it back and forth, soon enough it was ash in the tray.

We had a few conversations regarding vidya among other things and other the course of the next hour I watched him slowly deteriorate into a slouch. He then informs me he feels sick again and I tell him that if he’s going to throw up he should do it in my toilet and I’ll grab him some water or make him food when he feels better, the usual stuff you do for a drunk friend. In the middle of telling me he feels like he’s going to throw up for the third time he actually vomits, in my kitchen of all places. Good thing my flooring is stone. He vomits twice more, by this point he was comatose and not moving from his chair aside from dry heaving so I grab him some water, a bucket and begin cleaning the remains of his last meal.

I offer to take him home once the vomiting has stopped and he declines so I offer him my couch for the night. He ended up waking in the morning and leaving his weed stating that he didn’t want anymore because it wrecked him so badly the night previous. Free weed is best weed! Safe to say he learned his lesson and won’t be drinking like that again, all it took was one spliff to send him into a coma or maybe the jagerbombs did it. Either way I felt responsible so I looked after him and make sure he was sleeping on his side in case he vomited in his sleep. I don’t really fancy Horatio Caine and the team showing up here. Kids man, he may be of legal age but until you can handle your drink you are still a kid.

It was a good night all in all and she had a great birthday. I even had a good night aside from cleaning vomit and nursing this comatose hulk of a man back to some semblance of sobriety, my sister and her S.O arrived home later on and her first words to me are ‘what have you done to David?’ To which I replied ‘He did it to himself.’ My sister did her usual Florence Nightingale bit and checked on him throughout the night. I ended up going to bed around about three am after considering writing about my night. Maybe I should go out more often or judging by Dave maybe I shouldn’t. In all I’m quite glad I went even though my initial reaction was to do a barrel roll.

-Misanthropist.

It’s Sunday again.

Posted in England, Gaming, General, Unemployment, Useless information. with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 16, 2014 by MISANTHROPIST

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Sundays for me mean one thing and one thing only, boredom. I don’t have anything to do around the house or outside the house. Gaming has kinda been ruined for me, I can’t sit and play games. I’d put my guitar on but I can’t even be bothered with that. Last night was the beginning of an off day for me, as if Sunday couldn’t get any worse. I got to thinking last night which is something I should have probably avoided. It looks like I’ll be writing today and by writing I don’t mean posting a spiderman meme with a relevant title.

I woke up, put on coffee, put some music on and had a cigarette. That is literally all I’ve done today. The only friend I can be bothered to see is out-of-town so I’m not out today. Yesterday I was considering being more social but if it means I have to sit in my friend’s house and watch him play FIFA 14 for hours I’ll pass. Same goes for Call of Duty. The way I saw it I can go out and find new friends or just go see old ones. This is all irrelevant seeing as my priority should really be looking for work. I’m not sure if I wrote that for you or for me.
-Misanthropist.