It seems prudent to me, in light of America's current relationship to China, to ask a very specific question about Tibetan Buddhism as taught by Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche.
But first a few words, and then I may just forget the whole point and just rant a bit, it's a blog.
So, about this time last year, I was introduced to the Machivellian efficiency of one Derek Jones. I booked four months in advance, and he seemed somewhat surprised that I showed up at the school. It took at least one day after I arrived for me to get a room, and somehow I managed to get bunked with the only guy to get thrown out of here, last year anyway.
But that's a story for a psych ward in california, if my rumors are correct. I heard it from a friend whose mother ran into Alex's mother on a flight back to New York or something. Nice guy, Alex, liked to throw tennis balls at people and yell "catch" before they saw it coming at their head.
Thanks for that experience Derek, truly a great match for an agoraphobic former taxi driver, very soothing that guy. You fat fucking fuck. Okay, I tried to be nice, and now I've done it, broke the swear barrier. Fuck that shit man. You fat fucking fuck. I wanna fuck your hot ex wife, and you already know, but now she stands a better chance of figuring it out, not that I expect it to take as long as it took her to figure you out. Fuck, I should delete that whole last bit eh? Maybe when i get past three hundred views on the whole blog. I'm not too worried about it. She's hot and has a mohawk, I'm sure she will stand up and tell me where to shovel it if she feels like it.
Wow, that feels much better.
I've been through a bit of angrymaking nonsense you see. Oh and Derek Jones's Ex wife is both Hot, and smart enough to know when she's in over her head. Apparently. I'm not dragging her into anything here, just putting a thought out into the universe to see if it takes seed, pun intended.
So, this Derek Jones's diary should read "fucked off a taxi driver for a few days, it was a laugh." Then a bit later "fucked off a suicidal taxi driver's personally thrown and ill attended suicide intervention, it was also a laugh."
Which is to say I don't think he is the most observant fat fuck on the planet. I literally sent Ian Revere, my roommate, who can and should confirm that Derek was informed that I was popping random pills and ranting uncontrollably and oh by the way he's calling it a suicide intervention, maybe you should stop by after the game...was it even a sunday?
Maybe I've had too much coffee, after my nine hour trek across the state to find out that my outpatient care physician doesn't actually have a nurse to administer the shot that stops me from getting ranty and ravey. oops, thanks for that guys.
How does Naropa university define compassion? I'm guessing it's not making any attempt to stop a known suicidal with a previous history of being caught by the school for drinking on campus to accelerate an otherwise crippling holiday depression, breathe....................from fucking trying again........
Thanks guys, watch this blog if you want to pretend to give a shit about me any longer, because the Naropa Brand Compazion, is not the same as KKKristian Kompassion, or even actual compassion. Fuck all of you I need a goddamn smoke.
and like magic I hear car doors slamming outside, brb....
