Ever have one of those days where everything smells like weed?
No? Just me, then?
Hm.
In an hour, I’ll either have lovely black hair or shocking Hulk-green hair. It is difficult to say which one I am rooting harder for.
Update: Well, my hair isn’t green – but it’s not exactly black, either. It’s got this brown-black thing going on that is a little too normal for my liking. Luckily, I only used half the jar of henna because my hair is so short. I’ll give it a couple weeks, then henna it again with the other half of the jar. In the meantime, I’m slightly mottled.
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while i have only smoked it once (i didn’t inhale.), i lived in banff for a couple of summers so the smell of weed is very familiar to me … and i catch whiffs of it at the oddest times. in traffic … in the elevator … at the mall. it has lead me to believe that everyone (but me) is on dope.
I only smoked it once (and I didn’t exhale), but it was my brother’s first time. He ran around the house with a can of Lysol for about 20 minutes, before his stoned brain realized that the omnipresent odour was his own breath.
“Whoa…. I can’t even tie my shoes…
Whoa… Where did all of these stairs come from ??? …
Whoa… …. I … I can’t breathe right now, guys. Whoa …
This shake n bake chicken is sooo gooood … wanna play Doom ?? Whoa …”
Those were the days.