So…the adapter for my laptop started smoking the other night.So I wrapped it up and laid it to rest.Since that basically means it has passed.Hah.
I ordered a new one online…and I paid extra for next day delivery..which really means approx. 2 days. Bastards.
So yesterday I almost went completely insane.I was left home alone with no phone,car,bud,cigarettes,computer,or anyone to call.It was miserable.Fucking mind numbingly boring.I finally got ahold of Levi around 7,when he got off of work.Crystal’s spoiled ass was at the mall with her mums.Of course.So Levi and I chilled and smoked a couple bowls until my mom got home,unexpectedly early.Hahahaha.Of course we were smoking in my room,because it was about 20 fucking degrees outside.I had a candle lit and everything, and yet she still waddled her crotchety ass over to my door and goes,
sniff sniff
“I SMELL POT”
God, that woman is so bloody annoying.I dont know how anyone could possibly marry her.Shes so fucking obnoxious.
So we retreated to the aparments to finish the bowl… Then Levi dropped me off,I signed up for some of my classes for next semester {that I cannot neglect or fuck up this time..for real.}.I had to pick them early or those other slackers will steal my Dale Mabry campus classes.Fucking bitches…
After I finished that, Dave came and got me.Thank god, if I didn’t leave that fucking house I would have gone fully mad.Seriously.
After much merriment and smoking, and the new episode of Nip Tuck,Dave most generously handed me a small nug to keep me from losing it this morning.I think that because he is bipolar, he understands better the problem I have. You have no idea what it is like to be dead alone in a cold house,with no way to contact anyone, no one to contact, nothing to do, and no bud to smoke.And I definitely don’t take that Symbyax shit.Pot is honestly the only thing that keeps me calm and normal.If I don’t smoke I pretty much have a manic attack.It sucks.And it is on a daily basis kind of thing.I have to smoke.Not that i’m going to have withdrawls, or kill anyone, but I need it.I should be prescribed medicinal marijuana for a number of things:
1.bipolar disorder
2.anxiety
3.insomnia/narcolepsy
4.migranes
5.back pain
You see? Things that people are commonly prescribed medicinal pot for, and I have all of these things in excess.Honestly pot works better than any freakish pill they’ve put me on.
I don’t want to lose all energy,personality,intrest in anything…I don’t want to get addicted to some man made chemical.I don’t want to get sick to my stomach,get a headache, or go into convulsions because the chemicals in this trial medication happen to be having a bad reaction with my brain chemistry.Fuck that.Give me a fucking joint.
le sigh.
At least I can rest easy for now.But what about tomorrow? I plan on saving the ity bity bowl I have left for tomorrow morning, but that means I have nothing else to smoke today.And since i’m by myself and alone, it will make it unbearable.
