Aug 15, 2008 01:17
I am going to lose my mind. Talking to Lindsay and Zack and all my loves from up North reminds me how much I miss the North. I want back! Three weeks is way too long.
I also need pot. Like, badly. I cannot deal with my family without having some kind of substances. My parents mark their alcohol bottles (how anal is that?). They have noses like bloodhounds, so no cigarettes. My klonopin has stopped doing anything other than make me sleepy. There is no one here I would even consider messing around with, except maybe Seth, but I don't want to do that. I respect me more than that. And no one in albany is selling pot.
I guess I'll fulfill my naughty needs by getting my tattoo and raiding Christie's Adult Store.