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)