December 2010
My year overall,
I can’t really remember it. I smoked away 2010, completely. and I don’t regret it. I was single for the whole year, which was really nice. But in all reality, 2010 was my year of court dates, I in total had 5 court dates, and somehow didn’t land my ass in jail. (I’ll cheers to that tomorrow, for sure.) This year wasn’t really that bad though. I learned a lot, and I...
I have NO CLUE what to wear for the new years eve party tomorrow. It’s semi- formal. Do I want to be girly, or guyish? I CANT MAKE UP MY MIND!
I promise you,
there is no greater feeling than smoking a joint of chronic to yourself, and just belting out great jams the whole time.
Life is great, man.
Your depression shows when you talk about home.
You said: “I can’t wait to leave this town and go away on my own”. And the thought of it shakes all my bones, in this weak body I used to own. I can’t do this alone.
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CLICK THE SQUARES.
Note to self: COME BACK TO THIS WHILE STONED.
I feel grrrrreat.
Somewhere between heavily stoned, and reality, I’ve found some happiness.
Wake 'n' Bake
Me: Are you up?
Britty: A little
Me: I'm just rolling some up, I was gonna see how'd you feel about waking and baking?
Britty: Mm no way cutie.
Me: Awoh, alright, love.
Britty: Unless you're holding me back to sleep afterwards.
Me: Well, that's just a given, sweetie.
She melts my heart, still.
