CRAZINESS:
Friday - Jeremy comes to town, I fuck up my jury. I gave him his necklace and CD and the card before I left to play - and when I came home feeling like a failure - he made me feel so much better...and he showed me what he found when I was gone. He bought ***
We **** around 6 and took the 2nd a few hours later. For starters, I have never really tripped before - definitely not on ***. I fried my balls off for 12 hours. I thought I had lost my mind. Jeremy and I had some crazy sensual hours and moments. I came down kind of hard on Saturday and felt absurd. My stomach is still being a bit of a fucker...and my head still feels different.
We played it low-key on Saturday and fell asleep so hard. I felt so tired. On Sunday - we went to eat with his family, and I felt considerably more normal. Then he left town and I came back to campus with his sister. She took a nap before heading to Cleveland, and in the meanwhile I got a phone call saying that someone stole my french horn. Someone fucking cut off the lock on my locker and took my horn that is valued at $3500...sweet. Then I found out the music history final wasn't on Wednesday - nope...Monday. So, last night I fucked studying and felt like a crazy and fell asleep and again slept so hard. I couldn't really wake up early this morning - but Krystina finally got me up at about 12. My uncle (Sgt. Wilson in internal affairs with the Columbus Police) said he would drive me to the campus police station to file my police report. So I was a fucker on the history exam and went with him after. So that's all filed now - and hopefully it turns up. When he was driving me back to my apartment he asked what time my exams were tomorrow...then he asked if I wanted to go flying with him. I am assuming he means in one of the cop choppers....CRAZY.
The entire time I am in the air - I will be sitting next to my uncle who is smart and nice - but the most thick headed man ever. And I will be brimming with thoughts of Friday night and this crazy trip I had and I'll be in a cop chopper.
WHAT THE FUCK?
...so I think I'd like to write some journals about everything I experienced while on this crazy drug and how I feel...but I don't know that everyone would appreciate it...
But, you know - fuck it. I pay for this account and it's my fucking journal...head's up guys - in the next weeks/months/whatever you're going to read some interesting shit that at one point I literally believed and thought I was living. I guess the important things to remember are 1. It was a drug. and 2. Those thoughts were still mine - they were in my head somewhere. and 3. It was ***.
Friday - Jeremy comes to town, I fuck up my jury. I gave him his necklace and CD and the card before I left to play - and when I came home feeling like a failure - he made me feel so much better...and he showed me what he found when I was gone. He bought ***
We **** around 6 and took the 2nd a few hours later. For starters, I have never really tripped before - definitely not on ***. I fried my balls off for 12 hours. I thought I had lost my mind. Jeremy and I had some crazy sensual hours and moments. I came down kind of hard on Saturday and felt absurd. My stomach is still being a bit of a fucker...and my head still feels different.
We played it low-key on Saturday and fell asleep so hard. I felt so tired. On Sunday - we went to eat with his family, and I felt considerably more normal. Then he left town and I came back to campus with his sister. She took a nap before heading to Cleveland, and in the meanwhile I got a phone call saying that someone stole my french horn. Someone fucking cut off the lock on my locker and took my horn that is valued at $3500...sweet. Then I found out the music history final wasn't on Wednesday - nope...Monday. So, last night I fucked studying and felt like a crazy and fell asleep and again slept so hard. I couldn't really wake up early this morning - but Krystina finally got me up at about 12. My uncle (Sgt. Wilson in internal affairs with the Columbus Police) said he would drive me to the campus police station to file my police report. So I was a fucker on the history exam and went with him after. So that's all filed now - and hopefully it turns up. When he was driving me back to my apartment he asked what time my exams were tomorrow...then he asked if I wanted to go flying with him. I am assuming he means in one of the cop choppers....CRAZY.
The entire time I am in the air - I will be sitting next to my uncle who is smart and nice - but the most thick headed man ever. And I will be brimming with thoughts of Friday night and this crazy trip I had and I'll be in a cop chopper.
WHAT THE FUCK?
...so I think I'd like to write some journals about everything I experienced while on this crazy drug and how I feel...but I don't know that everyone would appreciate it...
But, you know - fuck it. I pay for this account and it's my fucking journal...head's up guys - in the next weeks/months/whatever you're going to read some interesting shit that at one point I literally believed and thought I was living. I guess the important things to remember are 1. It was a drug. and 2. Those thoughts were still mine - they were in my head somewhere. and 3. It was ***.
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i also just saw the gorgeous nuggets you posted on sg420 so i know you're at least feeling a little better by now.
update your journal with some experiences, pleeease!