SF - aND THE FINER THINGS
Current mood: stressed
in life...
So, if I didn't tell anyone, I left for SF with Chris this weekend.
Besides the fact that my mind, body and soul were dying to be "on vacation" and I just needed to break down, get away, and forget everything for a while... Even if it was only for a day and a half... One of the main reasons for heading to SF of all places was because I needed to see a MJ doctor out that way and hit the streets for some "legal" green. Assuming everything went as planned...
And it did, to most degree...
I am now a legal smoker of "medical cannibus" - At least now, when my insurance runs out in a few months, I will have SOMETHING to help me EAT and something to help me feel at least a little bit more CALM and "NORMAL" in this fucked up place... this place, that is over-populated with angry alcohalics who beat their wives while they've illegalized the one NATURAL substance that actually stimulates the nuerotransmitters that "make you happy."
I could on go on for days about the benefits over pot, especially when compared with other "shit."
I've gained about 4 pounds (i think) since I started smoking again. I was LOSING about that amount every few weeks a month or so ago...
Overall, I still feel like shit, but damnit, that stuff just makes this shit "better" - So, yeah, besides the fact that it helps me eat, I love the HIGH < But seriously, who doesn't?
I got pics from SF. Can't wait to share them. I will make a slide of them and post it as a bulletin. Keep your eye out.
Arg. I'm trailing again... So... SF...
Yes... Great weekend. Thankyou Chris. You make everything more comfortable and I am glad that I didn't end up out there by myself. I love SF, but it's not too good of an idea for a single chick and a stick to be driving around there - especially with those hills... I'd end up on a steep hill, in the middle of the city with my parking break on and my emergency lights on, holding my arm out the window, trying to wave cars past me... ALL ALONE. ::laughs:: That would have sucked. Glad that he was around to smell the burning of oil and griding of gears as I tried to get my little car up the hill... I can still smell it and hear it... ::cringes:: awe... that car is my baby. I gotta take care of her... (Sorry car! 143 - We'll backtrack (again, but at the very start of the trip, this time) next time we go) LOL.
We had some fun times... High all weekend, fully caffinated, camera in hand, backpack on shoulders... we could have been tourists!
::ICK:: I HATE looking like a tourist. I don't think it was that obvious we weren't living in the city. I mean, I used to live out there, so how could I look "that" tourist-y?
Anyways... (Chris, I love you - you're fucking awesome) Chris packed everything for the drive out there - pedialyte (in case I got sick), boost (in case I couldn't eat), granola bars (munchies), coffeeeeeeeeee... waffles... everything.
He carried me when I got tired of walking my scrawny little legs up those DAMN FREAKING steep hills.
He let me walk into any "girlie" store I wanted and listened to me ramble about dumb shit.
He listen to me complain, almost the whole day and a half about my money issues and problems making money at work... He listened to me bitch about my family shit and, well, everything. (But... can you remember it all, Chris, since we were so royally stoned all weekend?)
Chris really is my best friend. He's stuck by me through everything - and has loved me, the whole time - even through the fucked up times... I wouldn't have wanted to go with anyone else. (So yeah, Thanks fucker ::laughs:: I enjoyed you(r company))
Anyways. Work. I made $13 on friday night. Yes, that was ::coughs:: THIRTEEN dollars...
::sighs::
Work has been really bad lately, and OF COURSE I just happen to come upon all sorts of unexpected, random bills/costs/repairs.
::SCREAMS::
I have, like SERIOUSLY, $100 to my name... or at least a $100 in savings... Oh! - And nothing in checking. HAHAHAHAHA...
I'm royally fucked.
Oh well ::screams::
I'm going hit my head against the wall now.
Current mood: stressed
in life...
So, if I didn't tell anyone, I left for SF with Chris this weekend.
Besides the fact that my mind, body and soul were dying to be "on vacation" and I just needed to break down, get away, and forget everything for a while... Even if it was only for a day and a half... One of the main reasons for heading to SF of all places was because I needed to see a MJ doctor out that way and hit the streets for some "legal" green. Assuming everything went as planned...
And it did, to most degree...
I am now a legal smoker of "medical cannibus" - At least now, when my insurance runs out in a few months, I will have SOMETHING to help me EAT and something to help me feel at least a little bit more CALM and "NORMAL" in this fucked up place... this place, that is over-populated with angry alcohalics who beat their wives while they've illegalized the one NATURAL substance that actually stimulates the nuerotransmitters that "make you happy."
I could on go on for days about the benefits over pot, especially when compared with other "shit."
I've gained about 4 pounds (i think) since I started smoking again. I was LOSING about that amount every few weeks a month or so ago...
Overall, I still feel like shit, but damnit, that stuff just makes this shit "better" - So, yeah, besides the fact that it helps me eat, I love the HIGH < But seriously, who doesn't?
I got pics from SF. Can't wait to share them. I will make a slide of them and post it as a bulletin. Keep your eye out.
Arg. I'm trailing again... So... SF...
Yes... Great weekend. Thankyou Chris. You make everything more comfortable and I am glad that I didn't end up out there by myself. I love SF, but it's not too good of an idea for a single chick and a stick to be driving around there - especially with those hills... I'd end up on a steep hill, in the middle of the city with my parking break on and my emergency lights on, holding my arm out the window, trying to wave cars past me... ALL ALONE. ::laughs:: That would have sucked. Glad that he was around to smell the burning of oil and griding of gears as I tried to get my little car up the hill... I can still smell it and hear it... ::cringes:: awe... that car is my baby. I gotta take care of her... (Sorry car! 143 - We'll backtrack (again, but at the very start of the trip, this time) next time we go) LOL.
We had some fun times... High all weekend, fully caffinated, camera in hand, backpack on shoulders... we could have been tourists!
::ICK:: I HATE looking like a tourist. I don't think it was that obvious we weren't living in the city. I mean, I used to live out there, so how could I look "that" tourist-y?
Anyways... (Chris, I love you - you're fucking awesome) Chris packed everything for the drive out there - pedialyte (in case I got sick), boost (in case I couldn't eat), granola bars (munchies), coffeeeeeeeeee... waffles... everything.
He carried me when I got tired of walking my scrawny little legs up those DAMN FREAKING steep hills.
He let me walk into any "girlie" store I wanted and listened to me ramble about dumb shit.
He listen to me complain, almost the whole day and a half about my money issues and problems making money at work... He listened to me bitch about my family shit and, well, everything. (But... can you remember it all, Chris, since we were so royally stoned all weekend?)
Chris really is my best friend. He's stuck by me through everything - and has loved me, the whole time - even through the fucked up times... I wouldn't have wanted to go with anyone else. (So yeah, Thanks fucker ::laughs:: I enjoyed you(r company))
Anyways. Work. I made $13 on friday night. Yes, that was ::coughs:: THIRTEEN dollars...
::sighs::
Work has been really bad lately, and OF COURSE I just happen to come upon all sorts of unexpected, random bills/costs/repairs.
::SCREAMS::
I have, like SERIOUSLY, $100 to my name... or at least a $100 in savings... Oh! - And nothing in checking. HAHAHAHAHA...
I'm royally fucked.
Oh well ::screams::
I'm going hit my head against the wall now.