March 2012
And for the last day...
Resin and kief hits, like tossing diamonds on shit, I know. Finished all my greens. Extremely effective, extremely effective indeed.
Goddamn bitch from Sprint...
took an extra seven dollars out of my fucking account while paying my bill on the fucking phone. Shit, man, that could have went to a couple of cans of Arizona, you reckless fuck. Goddammit I hate people, fuck. She was quick as shit about the process too. Fuck this phone bill, man. Damn.
and no weed to ease me out and keep me from slaughtering people. Oh well :D
Oh, fuck me...
Taking a three week tolerance break until Veinte de Abril. This is going to FUCKING SUCK DICK, man, but it needs to happen. Not just because of 4/20, but, because I should probably slow down with my bud consumption in general. Can’t smoke weed errday on Macy’s part-time paycheques, yo.
This is probably the worst place to be right now if I’m trying not to burn.
Oh...
I guess I’ll start writing stuff on this blog now to make it seem as though I actually give a fuck about proving that I’m not just some reblogging creep or some shit. Whatever, man.
Fuck, I’m pretty high.
Contemplating whether or not to pay my phone bill...
decisions, decisions…
Maybe I should try and do commissions for extra money or something. Ugh, the fucking grind, man. Mishka needs to get back to me, jeez.
