May 2013
It’s almost 10:30 pm and I’m sober. Someone give me a medal. Or a drink.
Someone come watch Supernatural with me. This weather sucks.
So theres what I’m assuming to be a very large boat on the lake honking its horn and I can’t go back to sleep.
In other news, when I coughed this morning, I could taste cigarette smoke, which might be a problem.
Wellp. No longer gonna be posting about my sex life on here, even though those posts are few and far between. I love it when people can’t mind their own fucking business.
On the up and upside, I tried a new way to take DMT last night. We socially smoked a few bowls of Changa, so the trip wasn’t too intense. I definitely need to buy a bowl of my own and compare it to the other ways I’ve tripped. I do notice that I’m not feeling so blah and potato like as I usually do the day after tripping. Not sure if that’s just because I didn’t trip...
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via lonqing)
“Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via imoth)
