Well happy 4:20 kids!!!!!!!



That doesn't mean much to me and I kind of feel bad for saying it. I'm not at the VAG right now blazing with my friends. I'm not stoned right now. I have no desire for weed at all right now.
I feel like a failure.

I live in fucking B.C. I love our weed, it's fuckin great.
But I don't feel like I need to run out to the Art Gallery right now.
I don't feel like I need to call someone and get some weed.

I seriously really need to call someone and pickup. But not that.

After all these chemicals, how can you still get excited about smoking a joint?
I mean, I'll do it. I did just a few days ago. But I don't really care.
And I don't understand how my other chemical-tainted friends can still freak out about it.


I am a fucking failure.

Shit, what's wrong with me?


I'm sorry.
Hope you're chonged out of your mind, having a great time with all your friends.

I'm going to go all Elizabeth Wurtzel and lay around all afternoon, then start making desperate phone calls.
Yeah, that's a great way to spend 4:20





Sometimes, I am really disappointed in myself.