I think I'm a loser. Haha. My first Saturday night off maybe in six months and I did hardly anything. One of my friends was working, so I dipped by St. Peters (hey, it's only 30 minutes away and I had nothing else to do!) and got her a smoothie and some bagels for us. She works in this little office building and we just ate outside during her lunchbreak and she smoked and just kind of rambled on how much her life sucked.
I'll conclude that people always tell their very personal TMI (Too Much Info) to me. Nicole was saying how she had barfed in her boyfriend's car two weeks ago because she was so drunk. Awhile ago, before I quit work, a customer (a middle-aged male) was asking me what to do for "really, really bad gas, it hurts when I sit on the toliet." (My response..."Umm, Mylanta is on the back wall of Aisle Two") But, yeeah. People find it easy to tell me quirky things about themselves. Lord knows why.
I want to get stoned. I've never even tried pot and...wow. I just want it. I'm not sure why.
I'll conclude that people always tell their very personal TMI (Too Much Info) to me. Nicole was saying how she had barfed in her boyfriend's car two weeks ago because she was so drunk. Awhile ago, before I quit work, a customer (a middle-aged male) was asking me what to do for "really, really bad gas, it hurts when I sit on the toliet." (My response..."Umm, Mylanta is on the back wall of Aisle Two") But, yeeah. People find it easy to tell me quirky things about themselves. Lord knows why.
I want to get stoned. I've never even tried pot and...wow. I just want it. I'm not sure why.
I've never tried pot either. What bothers me is that now I'm too old. I have almost no friends anymore and everyone I know has "grown up" and doesn't smoke pot anymore. I missed that boat.