As seen on my weed guys truck
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I messed up on Day 2. I mean, I didn't have a drink, but I crochet while I watch TV and missed a cluster. So for day three I just picked two colors I liked and did whatever. The pattern isn't the important part.
Yesterday was precarious for a little while. After an upbeat morning, admiring myself for not having a hangover, I got the news that our septic system has failed and I do not have the $20+ grand to replace it. There was an immediate panic spiral; if this had happened last week I would have stopped all productivity and gotten enough beer to anesthetize myself for the rest of the day.
I didn't.
And I didn't drink later when somebody emotionally exploded their own paranoia and panic and doomsaying all over me, expecting reassurance and hand-holding.
And I didn't drink to escape the anger and disappointment that followed that.
And I am not going to drink today.
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Jamie enters the school after a mission- he had completed it two hours earlier and indulged in the drugs he had confiscated-
Forgetting he had clothes on that broke the dress code he entered looking like a emo kid who had consumed twelve cans of canned air
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Who made that shit , pat made that shit
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that smoking in public poll got me thinking. you don't get to waffle about being neutral with these options you gotta choose
i personally like the smell of weed but dislike the smell of cigarette/tobacco smoke, but combing through the notes on that poll indicates that this opinion may be unpopular! idk!
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cute ocean themed bedroom where its pitch black no windows full of fucked up shrimps and steaming hot chemical vents. the bed is a whale carcass
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A mis a un 27 años , no logro entender el xq de mi tristeza ,el xq no tuve unos padres q me brondaran amor,el xq tuve q fallar tanto desde mi adolescencia ,el xq el rumbo de mi vida a sido este ,donde mis noches están llenas de nostalgia y tristeza ,donde extraño a alguien que solo Dios sabrá si algún día volveré a ver , donde siempre con el paso de los años doy cuenta que la amiga de mis amigas soy yo más no recibo lo que doy , hay tantas preguntas y pocas respuestas .
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