Desperation had me smoking twigs the other day. What kind of fuckery is that? How badly, how desperately do I need to smoke that I will get to the point where I think, "Gee, sure, smoking twigs isn't so bad. No, not at all.". Is there a point where smoking twigs is ok?

It's raining a shitload right now. There is a heavy cloud above the city and I need to buy groceries desperately and the cat meows at me like a little starved urchin and I just smoked a bowl and the very last thing I want to do is dodge rain while I run to my car and my feet get wet and it's a whole friggin' ordeal. I'll have to wear a sweater.

I also need to go buy weed with the guy I've been boning on and off for 6 friggin' months. I tallied it up in my head and indeed, we had been hooking up on and off since December. When I got back from the Caribbean we hooked up. I had been trying to get over the Aussie miserably and thought that I could get over him by shagging the other guy. Wrong move. Horribly awkward meet up. I slept over at his house; he cooked for me and treated me sweetly, but my thoughts were on the Aussie the entire friggin' time. I was in a drunk and high mindless stupor watching senseless national tv as if the survival of the world depended on it. My head bouncing on the wall, I might even have drooled a bit. I had to pull my consciousness out of the entire situation. It refused to take part in the spectacle. It's like I was watching myself from afar, this determined, adamant person foolishly trying to wipe someone out of her mind, out of her body, by letting another man posses her.

Mom: If you made more money what would you buy?

Me: Better weed.

Someone has a problem, but I'm not pointing fingers.

How in the hell did I end up actually hanging out with my booty call AND enjoying it? Worst possible scenario ever.

It would suck to be a famous person looke-alike and actually base your entire life around that fact.

Text message to my roommate:

I just smoked whatever was in your pipe. I hope it wasn't crack.

Not nearly high enough; I want to be catatonic. Had subtle, emotional day. Glad it's almost done.

There is a guy that's been half heartedly (or lazily) chasing after me. I was under the impression that it was only to bone, but apparently he wants more than that or something. He never came out and said it, but today he got all weird and final while chatting because I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks and I was like, 'huh? what? I thought it was just a fun thing? nada serio?'. There goes that booty call.

Most annoying place to ever get a pimple: the crease of my buttock. That is all.