Maaaaan, I have been stone dry for the last few weeks. Thank goodness for good friends.
My stash is at the lowest it has ever been… which is completely empty actually. Everyone asking me if I brought something with me and the little grumpy green smurf on my shoulder is like “Did you put something towards me bringing something?!”… I got plenty of liquor, but they already have plenty of that. Speaking of, since I was out I decided to give drinking another shot… that didn’t go well at all. I had maybe 2 shots, and getting them down was a task… lets just say I see why I left it alone. I’m good on that. I hate that nauseating feeling. I like the buzz but hate that sick feeling with a passion. There is nothing fun about it.
…but my computer is on some shit and is not allowing me to utilize certain things for whatever reason. Like it won’t allow me to post pics or click on certain key buttons. Bah! So my next couple of posts won’t have any pics, but anyway, is it me or is today’s cereal no where as good as it was when we was growing up?
So I put this rug down the other day to keep my carpet from getting totally messed up from all the walking and whatever else. The rug covers a good amount of space and ends right at the opening of my closet. The first day I had put it down, it was fine. It laid perfectly flat. I was happy.
I get up and go to my closet the next day, and there is a hump in the carpet stopping the closet door from opening. I didn’t think nothing of it, stepped on it to flatten it out and opened the door and did what I had to do. The following day, the same thing happened. This time I had decided to pull the rug from the other side to even it out.
It’s been a week now, and the damn rug keeps bulging up, and sliding towards the closet.
There is a certain kind of clarity that can be achieved when one is left to himself to consort. Smoking alone shows you bits and pieces of yourself that you may not have been aware of. Your thoughts are more clearer, you tend to be able to see things from other perspectives, your learn to consider all available options, and think on other levels. Your ideas are more profound, you handle situations with a more direct approach.
Smoking with friends… well it really depends on who you are smoking with, but smoking with people around you are able to pick up on their energy and sync, then the world just seems like a better place. You realize just how awesome the moment is, and better still how good it feels to be able to share it with your peoples.
Then you have those rare times when you smoke and are feeling good, then someone… doing something, or saying some wild shit, totally kills your buzz. I don’t know about you but the first words that go thru my head are… “I don’t believe this shit is happening!” then I check my watch to see just how long I was high.
It happens. I guess each setting has it’s benefits and works well either way, as long as you are smoking, right?! Right!
I was sitting with a friend one day, and some how or another I made a comment about “How Observative…” this person was.
For real, we sat there for a good 45 minutes trying to figure out, put together, break it down and use it in a sentence… all to see if this was a real word! Googled it, looked for definitions and everything. Funny thing is, we found a few on line (of course), and now that I type it in this post, there is a red line under it. Meaning the computer realizes that something just ain’t right here.
Have you ever had this happen? What words caught you?