Here's the thing (and I'm not afraid to admit it), I'm a lightweight - I can't do cigarettes (I'll choke and die), and hubbly isn't for me either (it gives me this dry pounding in my head afterwards) - plus, if my reaction to hubbly is anything to go by...I am never trying weed. Ever. (I couldn't even stand straight, and it was an absolute effort to act ordinary around my mother - conversation was dangerous territory).
Oh and I had the wierdest dreams last night - not sure if it's at all related to the above, kinda doubt it - about RetardLove. Even Joel was in the dream, in an even wierder twist of events. I woke up wondering what the hell my mind was up to.
So yeah. That's the end of my days of 'experimentation'. Besides the fact that I get all dazed, I like being fit too much, and those things kinda fuck that up...my lungs must be rejoicing; I know my head most definitely is.
On an aside, I really miss Ordinary Guy.
Okbye! (for now).
Oh and I had the wierdest dreams last night - not sure if it's at all related to the above, kinda doubt it - about RetardLove. Even Joel was in the dream, in an even wierder twist of events. I woke up wondering what the hell my mind was up to.
So yeah. That's the end of my days of 'experimentation'. Besides the fact that I get all dazed, I like being fit too much, and those things kinda fuck that up...my lungs must be rejoicing; I know my head most definitely is.
On an aside, I really miss Ordinary Guy.
Okbye! (for now).
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