Oh man, I fucking love weed. Now I know everyone who smokes says this but I really don't see why it's still illegal. Hopefully it will reach full legal status here in the US of A within a few years, I'm sick and tired of feeling like a criminal whenever I have to pick up some bud. Also, for those of you who don't know, dealers aren't always the nicest people and it's often hard to get schedules to meet up. I don't smoke cigarettes but I'm always jealous when I see someone just walk into a store and buy a pack, I can't help but think how awesome it would be to walk into a gas station, make a selection, then walk out with a box of joints or a nice fat blunt. I wonder what the price would be in a world where it's legal to grow and sell this fucking PLANT (It's a goddamn plant, a weed, it's natural and has been around for thousands and thousands of years, ugh). A world where many criminal organizations lose a large source of income, where I can come home from a long day and instead of cracking open a nice cold beer, instead load a fat bowl, and relax.
But for now, I will continue to break the law, I will keep smoking the stickiest of the icky and continue to stock my shelves with chips and cookies. I will occasionally actually enjoy dubstep and will be exposed to music, videos, and activities I would never have considered before. Now I must bid adieu, I have a date with my friend, Mary Jane.
Monday, December 13, 2010
I am a young adult old male of the species Homo Sapien, I am 6' (I like to say 6'1" because 6' is too flat and boring) and am slightly underweight. Anyway, I'm going to try not to bore anyone unlucky enough to stumble across this miserable excuse for a blog although I can not promise anything. I live a fairly mundane life for someone my age, I go to college (hopefully not for long), am currently unemployed (hopefully not for long), and love Oxford commas (see what I did there?). My personal philosophy is that life is basically meaningless, the universe is just so incredibly massive (in both size and time) that life on a human scale is on par with how humans view the workings of sub-atomic particles. I swear I've been trying for ages to find the right words to describe my thoughts on the subject but I'm kinda tired and distracted so I'm just kind of just going to stop here, if nobody objects... Cool beans, well I'll probably finish this up later on, or just do something else.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
I once tried to find a funny bunny for a friend's birthday party but after hours of searching the most desolate regions of Papa New Guinea all I came home with was an intensely agitated stoat. Once I had finally gotten it to stay in front of a microphone for her party using a series of complex straps and buckles all it did was hiss and read sad poetry. Needless to say it was quite the disappointment for everyone in attendance.