Last night I had one of those dreams where I am in Holland again, I've just arrived and I go into a coffeeshop to buy something. Only this time I failed to get stoned before my neighbours annoying **** of a driver who drops him off in the morning decided to beep his horn... TWICE... Why can't he just say cheerio for fuck's sake!!!! Everytime I got my hands on some weed it kept getting taken off me. I managed to eat some of these round green balls which were starting to get my high, and just before I woke up I had some purple haze which then turned into and old ladies wig. I hope that tonight I have a dream about setting westminster on fire and everyone comes and sits round the fire and we all smoke a chillum while the scummy politicians burn in hell. I was on a nice exercise high two days ago, but subsequent sleeping periods interupted by the noise of traffic outside have left me feeling tired and lethergic today... it is normally at this point I start binge drinking, but hopefully I wont go down that road today, I have made significant progress in getting myself fit again this week, enough to give me the motivation to keep going with it. Now if only I had a big bag of stinky buds to complement my exercise high. Fuck the nanny state. Death to Jacqui Smith. Professor Nutt ate my grandmother.
goin to a dnner party wit my gurl and som of her friend i kno 1 guy there that i i thnk is prolly kul and im gonna ask him bout some bud an see whut hapens wish me luck yo!
I'm totally out of bud right now... I'll be smoking a few resin hits until my delivery comes through. I'm definitely not going to Ultra without a fat sack of crippy in my pocket!