Monday, September 18, 2006

a weekend update

The pot: Serious creeper pot. First, I was annoyed with the amount I received. I only wanted about a bowls worth and didn't even get that much. I only paid $10 so, I mean, how much can I complain, right? Remember when you could buy nickel and dime bags? Anyway. So, hit after hit after hit and...nothin'. Annoyed. I took a deep breath. Well, not so much as a deep breath as it was a annoyed sigh. Annnnndd I'm high.
Wow. Yeah. Just what the body and the brain needed. Annoyance was over. Happiness and laughter started.
Don't you all wish that sometimes, just sometimes you could sit in your living room and smoke a bowl and just forget about everything both short-term and long-term like you did 10 years ago?

The ass-crack of dawn morning: I was at work at 7:05 a.m. I was administering the Praxis exam. A test for people who want to be teachers. My room was filled with those wanting to become elementary school teachers.
What a whinny, bitchy, crabby, complaining room of young women. Good lord.
All I could think of was, "..and you all want to be teachers. Elementary ed. teachers no less. Good luck with that..."
Poor kids. They won't stand a chance.

The blister: If it wasn't concentrated in one place I would think it was that flesh eating disease. Seriously. I've never seen something take so damn long to heal and something as simple as a blister turn into something so gross and irritatingly painful.

The disco: It is more than ten years later from when I first started going to the gay disco and's ten years later since I first started going to the gay disco. The new wave of club kids have shown up making me feel old.


TrappedInColorado said...

Hmmm.. as far as the healing of the blister.. I am sorry to inform you that the fact that things take longer to heal is part of the naturaly aging process.

I used to be able to buy 3 finger baggies of pot for $15 back in the 70's. I bought an electric water pipe once that was worth every dime. It automatically sucked the smoke as a tight white tube of doobie juice right through the hose which had an open/close switch on it.

I don't miss the whole pot scene though. I started getting paranoid and it just flat out made me lazy. Ofcourse, I miss the pot sex.

puerileuwaite said...

Oh, Party Girl, how could you?!

Clubbing kids is so wrong, even if there are way too many people on the planet.

Was it the pot that made you do it? I heard about a phenomenon called "Reefer Madness". Is this what put you over the edge?

AeroAangel said...

by the way...happy pot day...oh yeah, and i think you forgot to do something on sunday...but don't worry you can still do it today...i've been anxiously awaiting your "rack" on livejournal...where is it?!?!

Egan said...

What's pot like?

GirlGoyle said...

Pot - sit around and forget everything like you did 10yrs ago...I do believe it was more like 15 years ago. LOL Though $10 is a pretty good price I would imagine. I don't know much about dime bags or the rest...I tried to have my own 70s revival but apparently it's money wasted because Anal retentive, control freak, A-types like myself seem to be imune to the effects of THC. The only way for me to feel anything is to have more than $10 worth and then sit around and wait in the dark for the effects to take place. Well, who the hell has the time??

Ass-Crack: There is a reason these women want to be grade school teachers. Their ability to relate to adults is non-existant, might as well be the adult among midgets.

Blister - Smoke won't be worring of the blister. Just make sure it is protected because they do get infected.

Disco - hahahaha....uuuuhhh...ooooh.... funny. I don't think I've set foot in one in about 6 years. Humm...oh yeah cuz I guess my social life ends at 9PM.

Phollower said...

I still love getting high, I just don't get to do it as much as I used to.

Favorite things to do when burnt:
1. Go hiking/camping. The outdoors were made for weed.
2. Play video/board games.
3. Listen to Pink Floyd and wish I had some acid.

Good times.

Party Girl said...

About the healing process: that little bit o' info doesn't do anything to make me feel better. Worse, yes. Better, no.

Ah, bongs, steamrollers, four footers and six footers. Hmmm, good times.

I miss pot.

I do.

There. I said it.

P: Man, they deserved it. Dancing there thinking they're all hot just like I did back in the day.

Back in the day refering to yesterday.

Someone has to keep them in check and I feel that someone should be me.

Aero: AGH!!!! I totally and completely forgot! craporama!

I have something up my sleeve to try and raise money. Details to follow.

Egan: You're cute. Somehow I'm guessing you know.

GG: POt: Yes, please.

Disco: If 9pm is your bedtime you wouldn't make it. It's pointless to get to the gay disco before midnight.
Them gays. They're nightowls.

At 9pm I'm just wakeing up from my disco nap.

Ph: Ah, a man after my heart.

AeroAangel said...

you can still post...all you need is a picture...the link is still on my site...but you have to have a livejournal account and be "in the filter" to post to that journal entry...c'mon...this is something somebody else is paying for...haha

Egan said...

Actually I don't. I've refrained so far so I have to go by eyewitness accounts.

Party Girl said...

Aero: I will work on it. I am having problem getting to my flickr account. Something tells me I will miss this one.

Again, crap o' rama

Egan: Color me surprised. For me pot is just relaxing. Sit. Laugh. Enjoy. Relax. Let the worries of the day, week, whatever float away.

Phollower said...

Yep, after your heart. And your weed. I'll bring the Doritos.