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i have an interview at whittier fruit farm in like 15 minutes. it's kind of a gay job and i really dont even want it. but my mom is forcing me to go. plus she said this is the first and probably the only time that she'll let me drive her truck by myself. so why not go to a bullshit interview and drive around a little afterwards?
and as if it wasn't blatantly obvious that i smoke weed... i at least have respect for my mom, and most other people who dont want it right in their face. so i take good care as to put shit away, try not to smell too bad when i come home, and wait til she's passed the fuck out before smoking anything at home. welllllll she finally took it upon herself to go through my purse this morning. WHY she couldn't WAIT a little longer for me to wake up, i dont know. but she claims she was going through my wallet looking for my license. wellll my bowl just happened to not be put away in its little pouch thingy, and it was sitting RIGHT ontop in my purse. yeah. she hasn't said a word about it to me yet. but i purposely close my purse every night just so she doesn't have to see whatevers inside. i guess maybe she doesn't care, since she would probably rather have me do that then..... drive drunk? who knows. she had to deal with quincy being a pot head every day so i guess she's gonna have to deal with me. i'm still gonna try and hide it from her. out of respect.
but i gotta go smoke a bogey and get the fuck outta here... TAHOEEE YAYYYY!!!!!!
and as if it wasn't blatantly obvious that i smoke weed... i at least have respect for my mom, and most other people who dont want it right in their face. so i take good care as to put shit away, try not to smell too bad when i come home, and wait til she's passed the fuck out before smoking anything at home. welllllll she finally took it upon herself to go through my purse this morning. WHY she couldn't WAIT a little longer for me to wake up, i dont know. but she claims she was going through my wallet looking for my license. wellll my bowl just happened to not be put away in its little pouch thingy, and it was sitting RIGHT ontop in my purse. yeah. she hasn't said a word about it to me yet. but i purposely close my purse every night just so she doesn't have to see whatevers inside. i guess maybe she doesn't care, since she would probably rather have me do that then..... drive drunk? who knows. she had to deal with quincy being a pot head every day so i guess she's gonna have to deal with me. i'm still gonna try and hide it from her. out of respect.
but i gotta go smoke a bogey and get the fuck outta here... TAHOEEE YAYYYY!!!!!!