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I rolled my first spliff last night for a Christmas sesh with my brother while my mom went out to church. Granted, it was shitty - but it's about time I learn how to roll. We watched episodes of The Oblongs ripped.
My mom wrapped presents for herself and addressed them to herself from Santa. Not just one present either, several. I've been trying to psycho-analyze this all day - I don't know whether it's narcissistic, empowering, or pathetic.
Ugh I hate holiday hours....I want shit to be open! I wanna blow money at McDick's. I lost another 5 pounds despite being a fat kid. I want to be down 20lbs by the end of February.
I'm working everyday til close this week and almost every day of January. Feels good even though I hate Deli. Dumping buckets of guts & grease in a dumpster should pay more than clothing dept. or cashier. I'm going to try for a security license and hopefully get an overnight job.
I wouldn't say I'm thrilled with where I'm at in life right now, but I realized - hey, I'm actually content.
This is the longest I've been on my own and I'm comfortable. Excited too. The slightest accidents open up new worlds.