This weekend was quite lovely. Friday I came across some lovely mushrooms and went on a nice trip. Andrew stayed sober but was my traveling companion. We walked around town talking and singing and playing guitar. I was loud and eccentric and ridiculous and happy. The general theme of my trip that every moment and experience is unique and you’ll never have it again so you’d better fucking take it in. That and that I really wanted to frolick in a field with sheep and daisies. But such a field does not exist in my suburban hell.

As I was coming down, Mya came over and then Kia called me at midnight saying she needed a babysitter. So Mya and I went over to her house and smoked and talked about life just like we always do.

Saturday was Kia’s 4 year old’s birthday party so I stayed for the day and played with the kids until Wayne got off work at like 11 and picked me up. It was so good to see him since he left town right after I returned. We hung out with his current love interest Dan for a little bit and then called it a night.

Sunday, Andrew and I spent the day together. We went to Elizabeth’s because I wanted to see her girls and ended up spending hours hula hooping and playing princesses and hide and seek. It was nice. Then we went to Andrew’s mom’s house and I made a purchase for his step dad. They smoked with us and we stayed for dinner. Andrew’s mom is hilarious when she’s high. Then, I went home and went to sleep. Just as I hit R.E.M. sleep, Julia called me crying and so I talked to her for a while. Now it’s monday. The day seems slow. I hope.

Dieting is going well. More than anything I’ve just been trying to stay as active as possible. It’s not that hard really. And then watching what I eat somewhat. And the stackers. God I love those things.

Friday I hung out with Blake, his boyfriend, and Wayne. Blake’s boyfriend treated us all to a pretty decent amount of coke making for a kickass start of the weekend. There’s this beauty in coke that I can’t even begin to describe. This feeling of being just up and happy and almost like you can do anything. And that numbing not only of the gums but of everything bad. As is usually the case, I felt a bit uncomfortable in my own skin but that’s what happens when I get jacked up. The come down wasn’t bad, we watched south park and we had smoked some rez so we passed out pretty much as soon as we started to come down.

On Saturday, Wayne had to take me home at like 7 because he was going to the beach and I had to be home for lunch with Jen. Honestly, after being friends with her for 5 years or so, I still don’t know how I feel about Jen. I think she thinks she’s better than us now because she doesn’t do drugs anymore. But she really has a lot to do with the fact that any of us started. She was the first to smoke, the first to suggest coke, and the first to start popping pills. But now, because her boyfriend thinks drugs are stupid, she’s too good for us and our pot smoking. Not to mention, she’s tends to be a bit immature a lot of the time. I guess it could have something to do with the fact that she’s a bit younger but still.

Anyway, due to the fact that we never see each other anymore, we tend to actually enjoy each other when we do get together and Saturday was no exception. We walked around the neighborhood for a good 2 hours and went to the adult store so that she could finally join the masturbation club. For such a slut, she’s kind of a prude honestly.

Saturday evening was spent at a baseball game with the family which was a nice change of pace. It then of course went back to normal when Wayne got back from the beach and we headed over to Blake’s since we’re “house sitting” for him this weekend. Kali came over and a few blunts were smoked before the night before caught up with us and we just passed the fuck out.

 

Sunday was boring, chilled at home and then went back to Blake’s where some pot was smoked and some sleep was had. Now it’s monday and I’m sitting in the office exhausted. Weeds is on tonight and we’re watching at Blake’s. Lord know’s what’s in store.