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so ive now finished a second job and tomorrow im moving on to a third. i'll be getting paid the same for doing easier work, which is pretty nice. this time im painting (and prolly running bitch errands for my father) the first house i did striping wallpaper.
my birthday was pretty good, except for the part where i went to Joe's. i went because i needed to get out of my house, because i had pot and i wanted to smoke with him, and of course im not going to deny Danielle, who i met for the first time when i went there. it was all good until eric came home. motherfucker trying to get me to try his hookah. yeah fuckin right. not only did the thing look rediculous, but it was fuckin tobacco. no. i have enough cigarettes to keep me happy, thank you very much.
i swear that kid acted like he was fucking obsessed with me. i answered him when he asked me questions, i told him no to the fucking hookah. but other than that i didnt respopnd to anything he said or did. i just wished id gotten out of there before he came home. but of course im not going to leave half a blunt there of my weed for joe to smoke on his own. im generous with my weed, but not that generous.
anyway. im obviously not quitting smoking pot. i told jay i was, i know, but i mean, i like smoking a bone once in a while. it calms me down, makes me feel better. but i dont need it all the time. i just had one bud last me a week. tiny one at that. cause i dont smoke that often, and i usually never smoke alone.
my dad doesnt have winzip on this bitch so i cant even get photoshop going. my artwork will suffer for this.
oy. i need food. 'hasta.
my birthday was pretty good, except for the part where i went to Joe's. i went because i needed to get out of my house, because i had pot and i wanted to smoke with him, and of course im not going to deny Danielle, who i met for the first time when i went there. it was all good until eric came home. motherfucker trying to get me to try his hookah. yeah fuckin right. not only did the thing look rediculous, but it was fuckin tobacco. no. i have enough cigarettes to keep me happy, thank you very much.
i swear that kid acted like he was fucking obsessed with me. i answered him when he asked me questions, i told him no to the fucking hookah. but other than that i didnt respopnd to anything he said or did. i just wished id gotten out of there before he came home. but of course im not going to leave half a blunt there of my weed for joe to smoke on his own. im generous with my weed, but not that generous.
anyway. im obviously not quitting smoking pot. i told jay i was, i know, but i mean, i like smoking a bone once in a while. it calms me down, makes me feel better. but i dont need it all the time. i just had one bud last me a week. tiny one at that. cause i dont smoke that often, and i usually never smoke alone.
my dad doesnt have winzip on this bitch so i cant even get photoshop going. my artwork will suffer for this.
oy. i need food. 'hasta.