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14/420

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Hot Pocket

Today at 11:15pm

lol ok so you know what i realized w/twitter…everyone always says “but why would I care about what someone else was doing?” but like you ARE supposed care/ask your friend or family member what they did that day so essentially twitter does make sense. it’s just a tool that eliminates the need to ask that question at the end of the day because you got it all in small doses over a longer period of time instead of hearing it all at once

Mary Jane

Today at 11:16pm

that’s really true! so it gives us way less to talk about in person. which is totally true.

Hot Pocket

Today at 11:17pm

yeah so people just don’t like twitter bc it takes away such a big chunk of what you would normally talk about and now theyre at a loss

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13/420

I always feel bad upon receiving the third or fourth voicemail from a close friend asking me to call them back. It’s like, the more time that goes by, the more you have to talk about, and then the less you actually feel like talking. Besides, having to comb your recent past and recall the things that have happened to you, and then verbalize them in a terse and practically emotionless manner in order to literally “update” - like software - a person on your life… it’s just so exhuasting.

-Mary Jane

12/420

While showering high I realized that my sense of independence was somewhat of an illusion. I had considered myself to be an individual who values and practices self-reliance — I worked to pay my bills; I didn’t call my parents to schedule my hair appointments; I could fry an egg without burning it; etc. But then I thought back to a recent conversation/semi-argument I had while I was home with my mom. I have this little thing wrong with my wrist and she wanted me to come home to see a doctor who has only a small window available for appointments. I refused to see him because it meant I would have to take off from work, so I told her I would just see someone near me. This brought us to an exchange where she told me that after the procedure I wouldn’t be capable of getting home on my own. I told her I could manage getting back myself. It’s for my hand so even if I was out of it I could still take the subway or, if truly necessary, a cab. She replied though that I couldn’t, because when she had something similar done she had to be released to someone. For once I didn’t have an answer, so I just answered that I would pay a bum.

I couldn’t conceive of the possibility that it was necessary for me to rely on my mom because the truth is that today our family is no longer essential in our survival. The role of family has completely changed. We no longer need to get married and pray to have a fuck-load of kids to have more pairs of hands to help around the house and to take us in when we get old. Having a large family huddled under one roof was of vital importance because there was so much to get done. Now our parents give us the tools to grow-up and create a life for ourselves where we see members of our family as people that we can rely on for emotional support, but not a whole lot else. I realized that the reason that this is no longer the case because now instead of preparing dinner for 5 hours using the animals from out back, I can now microwave one in three minutes that I picked on my way home from work.

It occurred to me then that as a whole society’s dependence has shifted from family/friends to strangers. Instead of all the women in the household gathering together to prepare breakfast we just employ Aunt Jemima to do the work for us. When it comes down to it I can get to the doctor myself, but only because I’m depending on a faceless subway conductor instead of my own mother.

- Hot Pocket

11/420

10/420

So we were watching “My Life on the D List With Kathy Griffin” and somehow Hot Pocket and I started talking about Pizza Bites. It struck us that whoever invented and manufactures Pizza Bites really doesn’t like stoners. I mean, it’s essentially a munchie food, since it’s a bite-sized, high calorie pastry with pizza inside. BUT. Whenever you take them out of the microwave, the outsides are warm to the touch, but the insides are like molten lava. You pop that Pizza Bite with your tooth and all of the hot sauce pours out onto your tongue, making the entire experience too painful to be enjoyed thereafter. Someone should make Pizza Bites that cook at the same temperature on the outside and inside.

-Mary Jane

9/420

The other night I was on the roof of my friend Sam’s apartment building and we got into a really intense conversation about Gawker, even going so far as to comment on the commenters, and on the odd fights (Gawker vs. Jezebel, Gawker vs. Keith Gessen/n+1, Gawker vs. Julia Allison) and I realized that Gawker is like a more intellectual version of that weird internet game Second Life. You become someone else, anonymous, yes, but also an exaggeration of your real self. And it’s also an intensely private experience, because rarely do you talk about the ins and outs of posts or commenter squabbles with one of your real life friends. Gawker has become like internet porn. We all (okay, most New Yorkers) use it, but we don’t really talk about it in day-to-day conversation.

-Mary Jane

8/420

I completely zoned out of what I thought at the time was a documentary on the 20s after Mary Jane commented on how we were headed to another depression. I imagined what society would like look today with a quarter of the people out of work and the majority struggling to make ends meet. I realized how the current materialistic culture would be unable to survive — marking the end of identifying ourselves with a consumerism-driven society. After Mary Jane replied that this would be a good result, I saw similarities between a depression and a plague: they are both terrible, yet necessary.

We waste so much of our energy with superficial things because we have the time to because we have the means to. The numerous reality shows that focus in on celebrities ranging from A to D list and sites like Gawker and Perez Hiltion with a large and loyal audience all illustrate that today’s society has the luxury to devote their time to the happenings and events of strangers. And although we acknowledge that as a whole society will only increasingly spend their time in this manner, it is really difficult to imagine. Maybe a depression is our only way out.

- Hot Pocket

7/420

The gym is such a sexually repressed institution. All the guys on the bikes stare at the girls’ asses on the treadmill. If the gym is, in fact, “one big circle jerk where no one cums,” why don’t we start a naked gym? Everyone would have to be naked but for running sneakers. And maybe you would have to be under 25.

-Mary Jane

6/420

I just got finished watching this video and it struck me that babies and high people are so alike! That’s why watching kid’s shows when you’re stoned is so much fun and visually stimulating. And why food tastes so good - babies love food! And naps.

-Mary Jane

5/420

Last night I went to an n+1 magazine panel discussion and afterwards I got stoned and started thinking about the young literary set in New York. All of these kids hated high school and came to New York in search of creativity and artistic inspiration and a place where they could express their individuality - not only through their writing - but also through their clothes, ideas and the people they hang out with. It struck me that they are what they hated in high school, mirror-images of each other stalking the ground for people just like themselves to incorporate into their snobbish-yet-hackneyed literary world. Or maybe I’m just jealous.

-Mary Jane