maveora

I hate not having a desktop. I haven't gotten to work in Photoshop in far too long, and I've got an itch to do some comic books again. Not to mention I can't even put any good pictures on here because resizing in MS Paint = terrible pixelation.

Today was my day to clean house, relax with some music, try this whole 'being sober' thing. Life without pot in my drawer isn't bad. It just freaks me out to make a run. I'm already super paranoid about the itinerary involved in purchasing pot. I hate having to drive with it, whether it's a half mile or fifty. Having been arrested in my own house before makes me even less comfortable still, and finally, the addition of having to think about how my actions might effect my unborn child just get to me. It would suck to go back to jail, so I just let everyone smoke me out, or hope for the right price my buddies will just bring it to me. Change sucks. I like smoking weed. It's probably my favorite hobby, but within weeks it has already faded to a near non-existent part of my life, and I don't know that it will be a part of my life at all for much longer.

Or at least until I can stash it somewhere on my baby. Cops never search babies, right?