ilovemikehunt

ok, so, i bought a small amount (primarily because i found out that my regular dealer left town like a month ago - after 2 months of non-smoking, i fell way out of the loop - and i couldn't get in touch with anybody but this dude who hooked me up out of his personal stash) of the chronicals yesetrday.
i had smoked most of it with my homie, but left a small amount (in a very conspicuous little alien face baggie) for this evening.
i've been staying at my parents' house (while they're not here) since the issues i was having with my roommate led me to a decision that i needed to move out asap... so, naturally, i just left my herbals sitting on the little table next to this reclining chair in my parents' room (the place where i spend most of my time... aside from the fucking kitchen)
i didn't even consider the fact that it's on the market, and thus there are people coming in and out of the joint at random. hence the "need" (hardly) for the cleaning lady to come even though my parents aren't here - well, they definitely need her now that my sloppy ass is staying here.
anyway, i just spent the last like 15 minutes digging for the bag; i assumed she'd just thrown it away because it wasn't anywhere in proximity to the place where i'd left it.
ironically, i ended up finding my dad's stash - which i'd been searching for for the past like 3 days.... it was right in my fucking face.
regardless, i was still determined to find MINE.
eventually, i looked in my purse, which was inside of my backpack, and there it was.

apparently, my drug habit makes the cleaning lady a bit uncomfortable.


i must add... this is the best joint i've ever rolled.
werd.