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May 18, 2010 00:45

It seems I may have portrayed myself as easy-going in the past. Well, I am coming out of that closet to say OMG MOSDIFNOIHGISDFYOPIEUR I AM THE MOST UPTIGHT PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE. NO YOU CANNOT SMOKE POT IN MY APARTMENT, AND NO, YOUR BOYFRIEND DEFINITELY CANNOT PEE IN MY TOILET AND NOT FLUSH.

See, a laid-back person might let this go. I THINK I AM GOING TO DIE OF ANGER EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THIS IS KIND OF STUPID AND I AM JUST SUCH AN UPTIGHT PERSON AND NOW I ADMIT THAT DSIOFJSPODIFJSDOIFJSODIFJ SDFSDF.

UPDATE: I don't know when I became this weird about marijuana usage, but I'm going to guess it was in the last two days or so. Friday I was hanging out with Erik's friends and everyone smoked except us (and I even encountered some peer pressure but "managed" to say no! [and my "managed" I mean "I had no interest in doing it whatsoever"]) But now I keep hearing noises from the living room. After about half an hour, I think this is someone snoring, not someone coming to murder me. I'VE SEEN REEFER MADNESS, OKAY GUYS? I KNOW WHAT THAT STUFF WILL DO TO YOU!

But seriously, why am I equating pot smoking with being murdered? I need to get the eff out of here.
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