Watermelon jerky is delicious.
15mg of thc edibles is just the right amount for days when you have to bite your tongue and go with the flow. It also makes watermelon jerky taste delicious.
There is a hero junkie that can hit a vein in his neck, cough up a quaalude (sorry Lou), and actually not bother anyone but a blue Toyota. The dude deserves a medal and a bathroom all of his own. Bathrooms for junkies! Junkies are people too!
I can move surprisingly quickly when a 2 year old child darts through a door and into a busy parking lot towards a road. I caught her and returned her. Catch and release does work. Apparently this old mama has wheels. You’re welcome.
My maternal instinct is intact. That baby was on my hip, and forget the virus, giggling in my face like any good little girl who just made a break for freedom. I think I am going to make a good grandma. One day.
15mg of edible thc will also make you rather snoozy towards the end of the ride. I am about ready to collapse onto my blow up bed and call it a night. I think I prefer eating it to smoking it.
I need a television. I miss the damn tv. I need the dulcet tones of the newscasters telling me about this evils of this world and all around to lull me into a false sense of security that someone, somewhere has got this. That the reins are in capable hands. There is one dude on CNN could tell me the fucking world was ending and I’d smile and say “hey, Im sure you got this, dude, or at least know someone who does.” Except I don’t think anyone calls him dude. He would probably shoot them with his ray gun before disappearing into the wide blue yonder talking about trade agreements and conferences looking Plush and Important.
There are some souls on various not so well known parts of the net who grow poppies and refine their own opium latex into smokable material. They are zero impact junkies. Except it apparently takes a lot of poppies to keep up a habit, and refining the latex is a dying art. Literally. I’m not jealous. At least not much. Ok…just a little bit. Not of the dying part. I am enjoying living.
Getting into an apartment, keys and everything might have sent me into a bit of shock.
Goodnight, sweet ladies…(and gentlemen) ladies goodnight