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11.17.2003, 3:38 am

well NOW i've gone and done it

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while cleaning my room a little, i found that bowl #2 had ash in it still. hmmmmmm, i thought, that might not be kicked, better try it to make sure.

so i lit up a little to see if there was any green in there. and there was. ok, i thought, remember not to ash it and leave it for later.

about a half hour later, i took a second sizeable hit. so i was just a *little* stoned while watching buffy. just a little.

then got in a fight with my mom about the whole flying to chicago thing, and got super pissed off at my mom, jen (she was being a pain in the ass about the flight, and while i had a perturbed mother on the phone at the same time), and myself, so i decided to lock myself up and just do my stupid homework and go to sleep. and not that i finished, i decided to kill the bowl, since there was probably not much in there anyway.

and now i'm baked off my ASS. MY ASS, PEOPLE. I A M B A K E D.

and now i'm listening to "eye" by smashing pumpkins and its speaking to me. time for headphones!

I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW HOW I MAITAINED MY COMPOSURE FOR THAT LONG. IM BUGGING OUT. SERIOUSLY. HEADPHONES. THE VERDICT?

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NOT TOO SHABBY. ZINGIES OUT.

volcanogod v3.0. additionally, hands.

this. fucking. much.