Tuesday, July 20

Stoners

i've never been a big pothead.. as much as i wanted to be.  closest i ever came, sadly enough, is one summer when i sort of borderlined-it.  pathetic, all things considered.  all things considered, i should be one of those good-for-nothing, happy-at-taco-bell's.  instead, i'm all ambitious (comparitively), and i'm going to do well.

i love stoners, though.  they're so friendly, and considerate, and open-minded, and generous.  i adore them.  they're my family, feels like.  there's very little that can make me upset with them, i understand them. 

they make me happy, i love my stoner friends.. even if i don't have any anymore.  few things relaxed me as much as plain hanging out while they were getting totally blasted and lazy.  personally, though.. it makes me have some deep discussions, eat a lot, then fall asleep.  all of which i can do without being illegal.

i prefer alcohol, totally. 

3 comments:

Cleo said...

I could never get past the whole setting-things-on-fire-and-sticking-them-in-my-mouth thing. Obviously not a smoker....

sunny said...

fire.. cool..

blues mama said...

Oh man....Sunny...that was like - so profound, you know? I mean I'm like totally - totally - understanding that whole E=MC2 deal now, and why people trim their cats to make 'em look like little lions and....you know it's important to read those little warning thingys - like those tags, right? and not use your curling iron while sleeping or use it to curl your lashes, like who would be stupid enough to try that...hey...that's not a bad idea, you know, I hate those vise-grip metal eyelash curling things, they're like ocular torture devices, and....and, oh man, Sunny....can you pass me over those Cheetos, I'm starving?