Monday, January 26, 2009

That's it.

I'm out of pot. And I have no money (Well, I have some money, but I need to pay my bills). I knew this time was going to come.

I smoked the last of my stash last night with the Italian and ordered the most amazing/disgusting hawaiian pizza from Domino's. They have this ingenious little tracker that tells you exactly where your pizza is and who the fuck is handling it.

The Italian was amazed by this little piece of American ingenuity. Or maybe he was just high. Either way, we watched that tacker like a hawk and when it arrived we demolished that shit in like 10 minutes flat. Not bad, eh?

For this, I think Domino's deserves a Toker's Choice Award despite the fact that their pizza isn't really that good, but when you're high, who cares right?

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Some day.

My life long dream is to be a fashion reporter, smoke mad weed, and go to fun parties after fashion week shows. Maybe travel a little.

And If I happen to have an entourage like Kanye's, that would be sick.

Speaking of fashion, there's a 60 Minutes with Anna Wintour in the works. Wintour is the editor in chief of Vogue and is rumored to be falling from the top of the fashion totem pole. She's a fierce bitch.

Anyways, still on the last 1/8th I bought. Which is good, considering how much I wake and bake. But I guess wake and bake is pretty much all I do, because at night I tend to drink like a fish, or put my nose where it doesn't belong, but that's another story.

I'm super high and seeing that Kanye picture is probably going to inadvertently inspire my outfit tonight. Damnit. But they do look fly. Christ, I'm blown. First high of the day always doest that.

Also, can I just please take a moment to say how big of a difference good rolling papers make in the formation of beautiful, perfect joints? Seriously, throw away your jokers, and hit up the headshop for a pack of OCB rolling papers. Much better.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Spring 2009.

I just woke up, it's 6:49 am and I don't need to be up until 8:30 am. I think a nap will be in order later this afternoon. I think I'm going to get up and watch the news in a bit and smoke a bowl.

It's been really nice reconnecting with friends over drugs and drinks. I love the first week of school, especially since this week my school week is 2 days long. Today is my long day. I have a good feeling about it. And about this semester. Things are shaping up and unfolding pretty nicely if I do say so myself. I am very happy.

Yesterday I woke up at the Queen Bee's and wake and baked with a month old bag of shake while she was in class. haha, fail. I owe her a joint. It was lovely, she came home shortly after and we made a visit to blow mountain. Then I bought a notebook with a pirate ship on it. Hopefully it will make me want to take notes. Wish me luck on my first real day of school. Yesterday I had my night class and it just about killed me.

The day before we all woke up at the Queen Bee's epically hungover. The wife was hungover all day long. It was ridiculous. I was the lame ass who slept hers off and failed to go to the airport to meet my Miami Princess.

The running pot tally for this year to date is now a half, and a quarter and an eighth. So, about .875 ounces.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Back in the Big B.

I've been home for a couple of days now. It's so wonderful. Fucking cold, but wonderful. On my way down US Airways (most un-stoner friendly airline everrrrr) over-sold my flight and ended up giving me a direct flight from Houston to Boston that came in 2 hours earlier, along with a FREE ROUND TRIP TICKET TO ANYWHERE IN THE CONTINENTAL US! Looks like I may just go to Bonnaroo this year after all.

Yesterday I went to an HBO screening of Flight of the Conchords. I was late and missed most of the show, fail. So a friend from Corpus and I went to my dealers house and smoked a joint. It was amazing and I was so high. We peaced and went to eat at Popeye's like total stoners. It was hilarious.

Tonight I'm going to a show with a lovely friend of mine, and tomorrow we are smoking cali dro. I may die, haha. EPIC PARTY TOMORROW. My loves will finally all be in one place and it's going to be amazing.

More to come later, now I must paint my nails this amazing blue/black color I got at HEB.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Reader Contribution.

Last week one of my lovely readers, Gee, found a fat little sack outside her apartment complex and decided I should have it. Who knew my readers loved me this much? haha, I met up with her last week and we went to this great little Vietnamese cafe and market where she proceeded to get me addicted to these amazing puppies:

I went back and bought 3 packs the other day and I'm gonna go buy some more before I leaveg. So with Gee's contribution, I'm up to about a half and a quarter for this year. I suck at math.. let's see that's 3/4ths right? Dang.

Today was the day. I got tested! They had to draw blood again because my last HIV swab 6 months ago was reactive (followed by a negative blood test). It was nerve wrecking! So after I got amazingly high with an old friend. We went to Sakura for a nice hibachi style dinner. IT WAS AMAZING. I came home and napped on the couch with my mama.

Back to Boston Thursday morning. Here's to a new and equally fabulous semester!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

What. the. fuck.

I volunteered to pick up the cake for my grandma's birthday party...


But I didn't. Hell yeah.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Six Days Later.

And 8 days into the new year and my running total for the year is half an ounce. I must say though, this Texas schwag puts me to sleep. I've been taking lots of naps.

I smoked at the beach today, it was great. Windy and kind of cool, but overall great. I'm going to spend most of tomorrows record high day by the pool laying out. NEED SUN. SO MUCH. Just like I needed to see Sandy. Who looks amazing, btw. I've been really happy catching up with old friends.

I've smoked in my moms car, in the backyard, on the beach, at my uncles and hot boxed a van. This is the high life for sure. I'm ready to go back to Boston. What was I thinking! I'm only enjoying being here knowing that everyone has yet to return to Boston. I'm really enjoying the sun, but I must admit, I do miss my snow and snuggling on the couch with a hot cup of tea.

7 days to go! I really need to save up some money to buy bud when I get home. I'm going to need it. Not much else to say. Nothing has changed here. If anything, the ghetto has crept into what used to be the South Side.

Time for movies and snuggles. I need a night off.

Friday, January 2, 2009


Six months ago, in the oppressive August sun of Texas I drove my moms old Chevy Blazer to the Planned Parenthood in the ghetto. I filled out my medicaid paper work (the only time it really pays to be lower-class latina) and wait in the familiar waiting room. I've been here so many times, and even regularly see old friends from high school here. I religiously get tested every 6 months.

And now, it's just about that time again. I'm getting tested Tuesday. Perhaps my resolution for 2009 should be to be a bit safer. I'm way too trusting sometimes. This is all on my mind because of my professor's book that I'm reading, the gay one, Boston Boys Club. It's really good but one of the characters is in the midst of an HIV scare. I cried when I read it. Thats not something to fuck with.

In August my pre-screening HIV swab came out reactive. They had to draw blood and I had to wait 7 days for the results. I was high most of the time, but it was so nerve wrecking. I had a gay uncle back in the early 90s who had HIV, he passed away from AIDs shortly after I turned 5. It's a scary, scary process, but the peace of mind, and the freedom when I found out I was negative was a greater reward.

So, in lieu of that, any serious partners I have this year, I'm insisting get tested, and I'm going to start being that girl with half a pack of Trojan's in her purse, just in case. Aside from that, my friends have had way too many pregnancy scares, and should probably just buy each other CVS gift cards for Plan B. I won't lie, I've taken it once that I can remember this semester. Next year I'm going to make it none, play it safe, follow the rules. I suggest you all do the same as well if you're sexually active. It's the best way to ensure a good new year and more to come.

Ok, there's my little Public Service Announcement, back to my book so I can start on my new one, This Is Your Brain on Music.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Off with a bang.

I can't remember if I smoked today. I think I did. I smoked the last of the bowl I smoked before I fell asleep last night. I spent my midnight facebook chatting my best friend's little sister and nursing that little bowl.

Welcome, welcome, 2009. I attempted to start the year off right. I took a longggggg bath today and thought a little about what I want to do this year, things I want to accomplish. It's your pretty basic laundry list; write more, read more, love more, laugh a little more and drink just a bit less.

There's also that girlish fantasy the Queen Bee and I have been nurturing and entertaining about young love and the ignorant bliss it brings. It's been officially, a little less than two years that I've been single and just this semester that I've actually been playing the field. I'm not sure how to act anymore, you know. I'm going to my hometown in Texas for a little vacation and have a few little dates lined up. I think it will help me but Boston in perspective, because we all know it's pointless dating someone in Texas. This toker doesn't do long distance. I have my eye on a few prizes though, one specifically. I guess we'll have to wait and see what 2009 holds for me.

Until then, I need to do a load of laundry, pick up a new book and get to packing. I have no idea what to pack seeing as it's a bit warmer in Texas than here. I've been playing on all day fucking around looking for warmer options because as of now, all I want to wear is black and grey. I dunno why I stress because my mom constantly makes fun of my clothes and well, my hometown isn't exactly Boston.

Another Set. by kidsmokes

Here I come Texas! Of course I put pot in there. Can't be in Texas without being high. Which brings us to my moral dilemma of the day. Do I see my dad when I go to Texas?

And I just can't decide if I want to keep being a bitter teenager or start to grow up and deal. Honestly, I don't want to see him. I think I have quite a mouthful to chew on already. I may choke. Speaking of chewing, I've eaten myself out of house and home. I'm so hungry all the time. Epic fail. I'm going to make popcorn.

Peace, Love, and Stonedness in 2009.