Tuesday, July 28, 2009

This is too good.


83% of the 415 people cited this year for public use of marijuana have refused to pay the fine set forth with the citation. GOLDEN. How late-80s/early90s fuck-tha-police.

But really, did we expect this to create a lot of revenue? I mean, as stated in the article, it costs $250 to have an officer appear in court, if someone were actually doing something wrong, I'm sure they'd spend the $250 to have them there, however, they're not and so it goes.

Monday, July 13, 2009

bong bong bong.

I'm sipping on a cup of Yogi tea, watching what feels like my millionth episode of law and order. I've probably watched a dozen episodes today alone. I've been having a rough time hence the hibernation. I spent most of the day smoking in bed, sleeping. Probably not the best thing, but right now it seems pretty comfortable and comforting.

My laziness has lead to some nasty smelling bong water. I'm going to go ahead and say that changing your bong water frequently enough is important. Very important. I can smell it when I pour it down the sink, and it is vulgar. Every 3 bowls is what I've been aiming for, been a little lazy over the last few days but that's one thing I'm going to drag my ass outta bed for.

How often do you change your bong water? Ever? Do you not regret it immensely when you spill it on you and it reeks up everything? Can I get an amen?

Monday, July 6, 2009


Please, please, pleaseeee don't hate me. I went to Texas and kind of fell off the face of the earth. It was a much needed vacation. I visited Lake LBJ, went to Schlitterbahn Resort in New Braunfels, and spent some wonderful time in Corpus Christi just in time for the death of native, Farrah Fawcett. I also bought a new bong.

(Look at mah cool dress) I don't know what to name it, usually I like to name them before I smoke out of them, but I'm having trouble settling on a good name. I was thinking Gustav, because it reminds me of my Klimt print, but I kind of wanted to name it something Texan-y like, fuck I dunno, Bake-os Bill after Pecos Bill or something. Ugh, forget it. Too hard to do when taking bong rips.

I got another bong, but thats for a completely different post. I'm back in Boston now and I have this great dealer who delivers and gives heavy bags. Isn't that a treat! I hope they stay around for a while. Dealers never seem to last longer than a couple of months, if that.

Okay, I'm off to enjoy some alone time in the apartment. Stay stoned.