"why are you running away."
shit, you know that pink floyd phase i had a little while ago? well it's back again.
so. i really dunno. i've stopped smoking potajuana & i said i'd never trip again for adam. but if he's going to bitch at me every single time the subject comes up, i dont see what the point is in abstaining if it made me happy/content/whatever & it wasnt hurting anything. he used to not even let me drink or smoke cigarettes, which did not go over so well.
[p.s.: booze is worse for you than that pot. f'serious. as mr. perron, my psychology/history teacher taught us, all of the side-effects of pot are short-term
(aside from smoking so much every day that you develope bitch tits. i forget the mechanics, but it happens.)
. pot has way less unpronouncable shit in it than cigarettes, but i will say it has a lotta tar.]
even though he's done lots of these things, he still turns around & frowns upon them & acts like a parent about them. most people who've smoked pot know it's just nice & it's fun to chill with your colleagues while you do it. & tripping is just. really weird. you dont know how many things are stored up in your head until you just open the floodgates. it makes you realize how extraordinary of a machine you are. i dont know how you could bastardize the experiences you have with either. i can understand not liking other things that will actually do you harm,
[i.e.: heroin, coke, meth, ahh... more meth.]
but these are just nice things you do in the time you set aside just for yourself. i dont really know what right he has to tell me what to do with my Me Time. it kinda makes me angry when i think about it. & i dont even think it makes him all that satisfied that i dont do the things i want to. gaaadaamn.
i dont know. it just kind of gives me headaches until i go do something else. pour example... watch scrubs & play pokemon. ahhh :D
so. i really dunno. i've stopped smoking potajuana & i said i'd never trip again for adam. but if he's going to bitch at me every single time the subject comes up, i dont see what the point is in abstaining if it made me happy/content/whatever & it wasnt hurting anything. he used to not even let me drink or smoke cigarettes, which did not go over so well.
[p.s.: booze is worse for you than that pot. f'serious. as mr. perron, my psychology/history teacher taught us, all of the side-effects of pot are short-term
(aside from smoking so much every day that you develope bitch tits. i forget the mechanics, but it happens.)
. pot has way less unpronouncable shit in it than cigarettes, but i will say it has a lotta tar.]
even though he's done lots of these things, he still turns around & frowns upon them & acts like a parent about them. most people who've smoked pot know it's just nice & it's fun to chill with your colleagues while you do it. & tripping is just. really weird. you dont know how many things are stored up in your head until you just open the floodgates. it makes you realize how extraordinary of a machine you are. i dont know how you could bastardize the experiences you have with either. i can understand not liking other things that will actually do you harm,
[i.e.: heroin, coke, meth, ahh... more meth.]
but these are just nice things you do in the time you set aside just for yourself. i dont really know what right he has to tell me what to do with my Me Time. it kinda makes me angry when i think about it. & i dont even think it makes him all that satisfied that i dont do the things i want to. gaaadaamn.
i dont know. it just kind of gives me headaches until i go do something else. pour example... watch scrubs & play pokemon. ahhh :D