Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Daily Grind

My very first grinder was handed down to me by a beautiful Latina I used to smoke mad weed with in college. Her apartment was literally on campus, but without the RA presence, so it was our go-to place to hang out and smoke between classes, after meetings, and before parties. When she moved to England she left her little collection of pieces with me and let me keep the grinder. I loved it. It was small, had a kief catcher, and was a lovely shade of metallic red.

Unfortunately, I smoke so much weed that grinder isn’t working so well anymore. I wish they would create some sort of powder that you sprinkle inside the chamber and sharpens it as you twist it. Wouldn’t that be awesome? Is that possible? I’ve had to retire that lovely little grinder and now, I have a much larger one. It was also handed down to me from a very good friend, who happens to be my current connect. It’s silver, also has a kief catcher and has a see-through lid so I can watch it grind dozens of beautiful nuggs into oblivion.

I love having my grinders bestowed upon me. It’s like carrying on a legacy. That was certainly the case with my little red grinder. It’s been everywhere with me; to Six Flags, to the beach, all over the city, to countless parties, and who knows the adventures it had back in the day with my girl. I believe she got it in Amsterdam, so it really has lived to it’s full potential. And to think of how many delicious ounces it has pulverized into smokable goodness! I know it sounds like I’m writing an obituary, but that little grinder just means so much to me. I’m holding onto it, it’s definitely earned a spot on my smoking shelf, but it’s now retired.

You never realize how handy those little things are until you’re left without one, breaking up bud by hand like you’re still in 10th grade smoking in your parents garage. It’s such a pain in the ass.  I don’t take my grinders home when I fly home to Texas, so every time I go home I’m reminded just how much easier life is when you don’t have to take 5 minutes before every bowl to break up a dense nugg. Then again, it wouldn’t be ‘going home’ if I wasn’t sneaking around my mom smoking pot.

I don’t religiously name by grinders like I do my pieces but perhaps I should. They are just as special as any other piece... Like my newest. A beautiful new bong. But that’s a new post for another day.

Until then, Stay Stoned ♥

Saturday, September 24, 2011

I guess I've been a pothead for a few years now. I can't really remember when I started smoking daily, but I think it's been at least 3 years now. I believe that's about how far back this journal entry dates back, perhaps a little longer. I've long lost the habit of journaling (and thankfully the habit of smoking cigarettes), I probably haven't even drawn anything in at least a year (not that I'm any good) but this one habit, smoking, has stayed with me. And flourished, resulting in this blog. I'm not going to fight it.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Act Like a Lady.

 In case you didn't know, Lady Stoners are everywhere. Aside from me being one of the greatest (yeah, I'm full of myself) I know quite a few ladies who feel the same way as I do about marijuana. Which, apparently, society thinks is pretty unladylike. For a long time, stoner culture has revolved around Jay & Silent Bob, rappers like Biggie and Tupac, and Josh from Clueless. But in modern women's stoner culture, weed plays a different role. Now, weed is not my life (obviously, cause I don't have enough readers here to earn money from it) but it has a huge role in my life.

My number one thing to do while high is shop. Online or in the store, I'm blazing before I'm buying. I always pick out the best stuff and create the best outfits when I'm high. I have an obsession with Juicy Couture Jewelry (additional 40% off!) and shoes, and the Gap. I love the Gap. Mostly cause they make size 00 and I'm a scrawny little thing. Last week I stopped at Juicy to check out the sale and I bought an orange studded leather cuff. The next week, I went back and bought one in every color AND a blazer. Yeah.  On September 13th Missoni launches their Missoni for Target line and you bet your sweet ass that I will be online at midnight trolling for goodies. I may even pop into the store when it opens on the 13th, but I'll probably have to fight a bitch. When I'm not shopping, I'm thinking about shopping. Or reading about shopping. In addition to my normal magazines, I read The House of Gucci as well as Deluxe: How Luxury Lost it's Luster. The latter really opened my mind to the quality and production of goods, a good read if you're into fashion, marketing, or craftsmanship. The rest of my summer reading list are a stack of various September issues. I love magazines. 

Another one of my Lady Stoner activities is cooking. Mostly just to enjoy whatever I've made at the end, but sometimes I have to look at the fridge and come up with something to feed myself. When I was in high school I had three very good 'stoner' (I really don't like the negative connotation of that word) friends. Pretty much every day would be spent in my back yard, swimming, smoking, and making up straight up ridiculous shit. Now, one of those 'stoners' is another Lady Stoner. Perhaps for me, the greatest smoking partner to ever live (except, her house was always really cold and never had good snacks, sorry girl.) She and I spent hours in the pool, even if I was just sitting on the edge because there were no lines in the pool (a story for another time), we'd be there making up games and talking about how Nutella is the spread of the Gods and the only good thing to come out of New Jersey. Swimming really builds up an appetite, and I have some ridiculous stories and recipes that when I type them out, just don't make sense. One invented recipe has withstood the test of time, and if I had a microwave... oh, man. I wish I could remember how we came up with that name. Anyhow, here's the recipe, just try it on.


Eggo Cinnamon Toast Waffles

Prepare Eggo's according to the directions on the box
Place marshmallows on top and microwave until melted
Sprinkle with Cinnamon Sugar, Sprinkles, or whatever sweet topping you have

Now you can leave them pizza style or you can separate the mini-toasts and make a little sandwich out of it.

In my next post... More about Lady Stoners, Interviews with a few Lady Stoners and of course, more weed.
Stay Stoned ♥

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Cape Side Woes

The Italian and I took an impromptu trip for what we call "luxury camping." We camp in a tent outside his families cape house where we have wifi and access to the pool and bathhouse and usually hit up a restaurant for dinner and have lunch on the beach from the seasonal seafood shacks. During the morning rush and rush-of-mood-swings, I was packing up my purse (weed, camera, bowl, lighter, snacks, etc) and realized all that shit wasn't going to fit in it. So, in comes my huge ass suede reptile print hobo. And you know what I forgot to take out of the other purse? My fuckin' weed. I always put it in the inside zipper pocket and clearly, my x-ray vision is out of commission. Like last week, we went to the beach and I took my little pipe from Costa Rica (pictured) and I had a wonderful time. I love the lid on it!!

Imagine my freak out when, after setting up the tent, I'm ready for a bowl and I don't have it. Since my anxiety has been through the roof lately, it wasn't a pleasant scene. My boyfriend, being the wonderful man he is, offered to drive me back to Boston from the Cape (and back to the Cape again, if I so desired). Of course, it's super sweet, but also kind of ridiculous. So, I sucked it up and am doing the drug-free thing for 24 hours.

After sleeping on the ground though, I'm in desperate need of a bowl, my bed, and tonight's yoga class. As of now, we're both in the tent, rocking the Notorious B.I.G. Pandora station, pecking away at our laptops, me blogging and him reading the news (probably, mostly, soccer news). We woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning to the sound of crows well, crowing and the noises of other fauna on Cape Cod. It was also pretty sweet when last night at about 3:30 in the morning when the sprinklers went off and were pounding our tent. Not.

It's kind of a tradition for me to smoke where ever we go (oh, you're surprised?). I usually toke on the car on the drive, windows cracked just enough for the smoke to escape but not enough to make lighting a bowl impossible. I know, I know, "why don't you spark up a joint?" Well, I'm just really not a fan of joints. I feel like so much weed is wasted! Especially when it's windy and then that shit just burns freely when you're not puffing on it. Last year for our anniversary we took a trip to Vermont and rented a hotel room. And damn straight I smoked in that hotel room! When I go back home, I smoke that dirty Mexican schwag all day everyday. That is, until it makes me pass out for my afternoon nap, usually around 4 o'clock. The only place I don't get to smoke when I visit is NYC. None of my friends who live there smoke so I don't know where to pick up, and I'm not really down with taking an eighth with me on the Bolt/Megabus.

I'm guessing most of you take a break when you're on vacation or weekend trips. but shit, I just don't want to.
Stay Stoned ♥

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

A headline is worth 1000 words.

And this headline is spot on. Buzzkill of the Day. Notable selections: "Marijuana growth uses 1% of all U.S. energy... Buzzkill, stoner pals. Your weed is really bad for the environment... Smoking a single joint is the same as leaving a 100-watt light bulb on for 17 hours. For you more committed drug peddlers out there, each kilo is the same as five cross-country drives in a 44-mpg car." Wow, it has never occurred to me what effect weed has on the environment. I mean, I live semi-green. I take the subway and walk, and uhm, I use reusable mugs and bottles... I guess that's about it. Maybe I'm not so green. But I'm always smoking the green. Shit man! 100 watts for 17 hours? I mean, I smoke bowls and they're smaller and there's not paper burning so that's better, right?

This is an old article I've been meaning to post it, but you know, I'm lazy and get stoned and things don't pan out like they should, especially on the blog. I need more inspiration. Actually, I'm lying, I have a few posts I want to make in mind, but one of them involves the scanner and that's just so daunting, and so much effort. Ha. Ridiculous, but whatever. Anyway, this is crazy! I wonder how long it takes me to smoke 1000 grams. That's kind of a lot... too much for me to fathom.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

RIP Papa Bear

A mere 4 months ago I bought my new bong. Tuesday it slipped out of my hands and hit the bathroom floor and well, you can guess that it's history. UGHHHHHHH. This is why we can't have nice glassware! I suck! I was running late for work so I left the glass on the floor (the entire base shattered) and taped the door shut crime scene style. So now I only have the vape and my bowl, the Blue Ghost. I feel like something is seriously missing in my life. I'm trying not to be too hard on myself, but damnit!! It was still a baby! It was just too young to die! Perhaps I should wear black today as a sign of mourning. Cause God knows I can't afford a new percolator bong right now. I should throw a donate button up on this bitch...

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Smoke Me.

Up until a few days ago I kept my weed in a prescription bottle; It seems to be the container of choice for many, as well as the preferred method of distribution in California. I used to leave it in the plastic baggie, but nobody likes dry green. Then I used to put it in a larger glass jar from Ikea, but that was too big and bulky, so then I switched to the prescription bottle.

Well, I'm ditching the orange plastic in favor of this glass spice jar I bought at Chelsea Market for like $3 on my most recent trip to the city (I also bought half a pound of proscuitto but that's a whole other story). It screamed Alice and Wonderland to me so I got high and did some arts and crafts and TA-DA! I have a wonderful smoke jar that I love looking at on my shelf.

So stoners, what do you keep your weed in? The baggie? A jar? Prescription bottle? An Altoid's tin? Alice's potion bottle?

♥ Stay Stoned

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

It's been two weeks since my vacation and since I was on vacation, I didn't get a paycheck when I came back, and received a paycheck for one days work. Clearly, not enough to live on. Well, it actually is for me, I'm good at making it stretch. Except for when it comes to shopping and luxury goods. More specifically, right now, these baroque sunglasses from Prada.

I am in love. And I haven't been in love with a pair of sunglasses in a while (since my pink Prada sunnies, pictured). They are perfection. They scream style. See, when I'm browsing the internet while I'm hitting the bong, I read a ton of fashion blogs, fashion business blogs, and other street style sites. Seriously, online shopping and smoking is to me, as a summer pastime is to America (God, I love analogies). So, to continue my gushing...

One of our frequent customers where I work came in wearing a pair today. She looked flawless. Except, she always does, and always has something I covet. Anyway, it cemented my NEED for these glasses. So how am I going to afford them? I can charge them next month and pay it off over the next six weeks, or... I think that's the only option. The one problem is I don't always get scheduled for 30+ hours, so I can't actively depend on a paycheck. If I could, things would go something like this...
Typical paycheck for 30-36 hours:
$420 (l swear that's the average, I'm not being cheesy) before taxes, so that'll end up like...
$360 (I swallow the loss, it pays for medical services I use), I'd split it up as such:
$60 for weed
$40 for the week
$100 credit card payment,
$135 into savings
$25 to internet bill every other week

Except, shit never goes like that, cause when I get the big paychecks I have to do the shit I couldn't pay for during the week. Like laundry ($12), groceries ($30-$60 a week), and things like toilet paper and trash bags ($5-$15). And you know, I should be going to yoga once a week ($12 a session). So, factoring in my credit card bill, I can get them in like 6 weeks, but obviously the goal is to be debt free and put that money into savings for future rent and student loan payments. I keep pushing paying it off every month, and I was soooo close, If I hadn't put anything on my card, I'd have it paid off, get the Pradas in 3 weeks and then save up. Yeah, didn't happen. First I needed groceries, then I paid for my bus tickets to NYC, and then Nine West had a sale. I shop too much, but they really were perfect, versatile, and classic, aaaand only $30. So, I've racked up some change on that card. And let's not think about when I'd be able to afford these sunnies if/when I put a plane ticket on it.

The point of all this rambling is, I'm on top of shit. How many stoners can say that? And I think I deserve a luxury good now and then. Whether it's hats, sneakers, hoodies, paraphernalia, or a ridiculous pair of sunglasses.

Stay Stoned ♥

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Sunday, July 10, 2011

Pura Vida

I’m back from vacation, three ethnicities darker, and with a whole new appreciation for nature. I went with the family to Costa Rica. Yes, it was as fabulous as it sounds; I saw the rain forest, and wild iguanas, and volcanoes, and waterfalls.

And I smoked. Once. And I got sick. Several times. I mean, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t get sick, right? Well, the smoking was the day after I was ill and I was alone at the villa while my family went to look at crocodiles or something. I was sitting near the office (the only place to get wifi) dicking around on a God awful Windows computer and I smelled that familiar, sweet, wonderful smell.

So I headed out the gate and found the culprits and sat down and asked if I could join them. There must be something cute about an American struggling to conjugate her Spanish (errr, Tex-Mex) cause of course they said yes. They had two small bowls going, and they were a little clogged, but it certainly didn’t taste bad, and it certainly did the job. The rest of the trip was all about sobriety and nature. And it was quite nice like that. The best part? Zip lining through the canopy of the rain forest. It was gorgeous. And it’s kind of a stoner heaven, ever American fast food place has fries. Including Taco Bell. Ha.

And now I’m back to reality. That’s a bitch, ain’t it? Back to work, and to my mundane life. Well, not so mundane, but definitely not glamorous. Some of you may know that Wellbutrin (my new anti-depressant, woo!) is often used to help people quit smoking. Apparently, it’s pretty effective because my desire to smoke has plummeted. An eighth lasted me over a week. That hasn’t happened since high school. I nurse one bowl, maybe two a day. How can I be a pot blogger and barely smoke pot? This will be a new adventure I suppose...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

I suck.

I have literally been hounding myself to update this thing. Every day I have time I say "I'm gonna post today!" and I don't really get around to it. Well, today I only worked a couple of hours, so there's no looming feeling of exhaustion. I'm also, out of weed for the night, so I'm a little less lazy, and a little less distracted.

A month or so ago I came across this AMAZING interview with "Freeway" Rick Ross, a recently released (er... sorta.. 2009) inmate from the California prison system. He speaks about the economics of drugs, what it costs, how many people you need, avoiding the cops, etc. But, he also makes some really great points for the legalization of certain drugs. The first couple of minutes is just some other bullshit, but it starts at 3:10 and it's bad ass. Lots of great talking points, lots to learn. Definitely the best interview of this type that I've seen, and it's very rare to get this type of interview with such a kingpin.

Here's a link to the interview.
"The most I ever made in one day was $3 million," UH, WHAT. What a trade, man. My favorite part is when he talks about getting his money back from the police. Yeah, they pay women to count money in g-strings to ensure they're not stealing, that's true. Download it, hold on to it, listen to it with your friends.

Let's discuss this, people. Tell me what you think about legalization of other drugs such as cocaine and heroin. An all around amazing interview.

Oh, btw, He was illiterate while running this million dollar business. He learned to read in prison. Amazing.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Sunny Days...

Just five days until my Boyfriend leaves for Europe. I would be bummed, but this medication change is really keeping me on my toes. Well, really it's keeping me on my butt cause I'm having crazy mood swings and what I like to call, the Weepies (unfortunately, I'm not talking about the band, just awesome uncontrollable sobbing). It's also kind of made me resent the internet and weed, which I really don't understand. I've been reading books and smoking maybe a bowl a day.

On the bright side, summer begins in 12 days (did you catch my little pun there!), and I'll be jetting off to Costa Rica in 19 days. With how crazy my mood is, I'm concerned. I hope it doesn't get in the way of touring the volcanoes or hitting the zip lines! You might say, "don't worry, who in their right mind would pass up zip lining in Costa Rica!?" This girl, who is not in her right mind. I tear up every time I read news stories on Jezebel about 15-year-olds with cancer and their bucket lists, start crying when my hot water doesn't work, and would probably start bawling if a baby was born, or a puppy came in the room, or an irresistibly emotional movie was on television. Well, not the last part cause I don't have cable, but you know what I mean.

Anyways, in preparation for my trip I've been doing the usual, got a new camera, bought a couple of books, and a new travel bag, but I also checked out . According to the site, you can bribe the cops (not sure I'll try that tip) and ask cabbies for suppliers (I might try this) and the area is generally pretty tolerant despite still remaining illegal in the country. However, it's a risk for tourists. I mean, I know I'm brown and all, but my Spanish sucks. Perhaps I should use this trip as a time to take a little break and let my body get back in sync?

Or maybe, I'll quit thinking things through so intensely and just go with the flow for once. Is that possible for an anxious, unstable, 20-something?

Monday, June 6, 2011

It's all about the sun.

So, my smoking has lead me to a rather large credit card bill, but it's also forced me to come to terms with my obsession with yellow. I've always been into mustard yellow, but I just bought this Michael Kors handbag and it's taken my obsession to another level. On a crappy day a few weeks ago I took to Copley Mall (bad idea, an even worse idea with my Discover card in hand) and that little yellow beauty was sitting so beautifully on the top shelf. And it was on sale! Just marked down! Clearly, I have a problem. Obviously, I had to get the matching wallet and I even went as far as to hunt down and steal the boyfriend's yellow lighter for the perfect trifecta.

Yellow is just so perfect for summer. Even when it's a gross day outside, I have sunshine on my arm. It also makes me happy, which in this world of craziness and mental instability is never a bad thing. I'm working on getting my shit together... I mean, I always say that, but I'm serious! I'm going to get rid of my debt, take yoga seriously, eat like an adult, take my meds like a saint, and all that shit I always say I am going to do. So, just how do I settle down and do it? Where am I supposed to draw this inspiration and motivation from? Well, I am working in the ballpark of 20 hours this week and next, so I have the time, NO EXCUSES! Someone hold me to this.

Okay, time for real talk: isn't it annoying that how long a quarter lasts is directly related to the type of nugg it is? For example, right now, my bag has small, dense, nuggs. It takes about 3 of these small nuggs to grind into a bowl, but if I have larger buds that are just as dense, but a little lighter, and less stemmy it'll last longer. Am I making sense? Admittedly, that was one of the most stoned descriptions ever. I'm thinking this bag I have will last until payday, but we'll see. Anyone want to make bets on it?

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Out with the old...

And in with the new...

A vast improvement, let me tell you. Especially since I cracked the colored one a few months ago and it has been leaking ass-water all over the place ever since. This new beauty, which I like to call the Papa Bear, was shipped all the way from Amsterdam via I love it. Love, love, love it.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Girlie things.

Every lady I know likes painting their nails, or getting a manicure here and there, It's one of my favorite things to do while I'm stoned. Currently, I'm obsessed with Essie brand nail polish since it's recently become available at CVS. Sugar Daddy is pretty much the most perfect baby pink I've ever come across, it doesn't get streaky or drastically change shades because of my heavy-handedness. I bought Merino Cool as an alternative to Mink Muffs since my bottle was drying out and it's the perfect cool gray. For those of you who don't know, my favorite color is gray. As of late though, I've been rocking Lilacism. I get so many compliments on it! Here I am sporting my Essie nail polish in Lilacism holding my bag of Juicy Fruit. Can you believe that's all I have left for the week? I guess I'm going to get some studying done!

That little bag has made me late to class twice because I've fallen asleep after smoking a bowl. It's the sleepiest weed I've come across in a while. It just got me to sleep through my 4 o'clock class. I fell asleep and forgot to post for 5 days. That's what happens with sleepy weed, but BOY is it some good sleep...

Thursday, April 21, 2011


Hope everyone had an enjoyable 420, it looks like M.I.A. did! I picked up an eighth Tuesday afternoon but not surprisingly, it's already gone. I started the holiday with a few bowls in bed, went to class and then came back to my apartment with Ley. We loaded a bowl and Ley had a few hits, I had a few hits, and we were all feeling good. My girls Neezy and Antonia came over too. Neezy missed 4:20 on 4/20 cause her ass was stuck on the train but Antonia, Ley, and I each took a hit at 4:20 and snacked on everything from cheese and pepperoni to barbecue chips, baby carrots, and Ferrero Rocher chocolates. Eventually, everyone left and I spent the evening smoking the few nugs I had left while watching House and the season finale of Parenthood. A pretty enjoyable afternoon I'd say. I can't recall what I did last year for 420, but that's not surprising.

My most memorable 420 was a few years ago, before my lovely lady friend the Queen Bee moved to London. We spent the day smoking and eating brownies and eventually fell asleep on the couch watching Pineapple Express. Honestly, it doesn't get any better than that. Back in the day Bella was my number one smoking partner. We'd sit in her kitchen and smoke bowl after bowl, laughing and talking shit the entire time. (The best smoking partners are the ones who don't expect you to want to do anything, who don't mind if you're not even talking, and who's equally as lazy as you are.)

Check out some beautiful buds we smoked. We made a weed salad with the different strains Antonia, Neezy and I had. Weed salad is always a surprising high, you never know which strains characteristics are going to come out. Anyway, I'm brewing up some good posts including the case against legalization, lots of links to new reading material, environmental repercussions of the marijuana industry and more.
Keep Reading and Stay Stoned ♥

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The windows are the eyes to the ...outside.

I was looking forward to a nap after waking up at 5 a.m. this morning for my retail job, but the building manager had other ideas. I came home to an apartment littered with saw dust, covered in plastic, and wondering where the hell he put my nightstand and if he spilled the week(s) old water in my bong... I was so confused I just grabbed the laptop and took off for a walk. Unfortunately, it's April and April in Boston means lots of rain so I'm posted up in a Starbucks on Boylston Street, which is lucky for you since I was just going to blog later in my Warhol class and it probably wouldn't be as interesting.

I'm also watching Law & Order, which if you know me at all, I'm ALWAYS watching. Watching TV is my favorite stoner activity, in fact, I don't know how to watch TV without being stoned. I get bored. So, I'm making my way through the first half of the original NYC series which was on air beginning in 1990, just a year after my birth. It may have taken them 20 years to film and air all 456 episodes, but it's only taken me a few weeks to get through seasons 1-7. I'm going to have to Netflix a few DVDs though, I can't seem to find a few episodes on the web. This will just add to the list of TV series I've watched in entirety, inluding (and most certainly missing a few series): Law & Order: SVU, Law & Order: CI, Law & Order: Trial by Jury, Law & Order: Los Angeles, Weeds, Sex & the City, CSI, CSI: Miami, CSI: NY, Psych, Monk, Greek, Bones, Dexter, House, Lie to Me, Mad Men, Mercy, Nip/Tuck, Scrubs, L Word... okay, I'm getting tired, but you get the idea. I watch a fuckton of television for someone who doesn't have cable. My 12" TV set sits on top of my dresser gathering dust, I choose to watch everything on my laptop. I mean, hell, it has the same screen size and I can watch whatever I want 'on demand.'

Anyway, while watching these early episodes my stoned ass was wowed by the original Detective Stabler (aka Detective Sexy as Hell). Starring as one of the original detectives from season one is none other than Chris Noth. Before he was Mr. Big sweating up the sheets with Carrie Bradshaw he was Detective Mike Logan and boy, was television different in the 90s! Today Detective Stabler pushes up his sleeves to reveal his chiseled arms but in 1990s Law & Order Chris Noth is clad in tartan suits and matching ties buttoned to the neck. In later seasons he puts on the sexy, but there's something about a stoic, traditional man... Maybe it's a daddy complex? Regardless, even with women, sex sells.

I'm not sure if Chris Noth is into weed, but his character on CBS' 'The Good Wife,' Peter Florrick, candidate for State Attorney, banks on the youth vote with a medical marijuana initiative. So there's that. Ha.

Now, onto business, how is everyone celebrating 420 tomorrow? Edibles? Blunts? What's on the menu? My girl Ley has the pizza patrol on lock, she calls before a party, sets delivery for a few hours later and waits until she's intoxicated for her forgotten surprise. I think this is a good plan for 420, especially if you're the type to get lazy after a few joints. I'm picking up an eighth today and tomorrow? Well who knows what tomorrow will bring, but I have the day off and an eighth so I'm all set. I think I may even change my bong water for tomorrows festivities! Be safe tomorrow, don't eat too much and throw up or fall asleep watching your stoner movie.

Stay Stoned ♥

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Smoking to the Oldies!

Now that I'm graduating from college with my bachelors in Journalism, I'm realizing that bills come before smoking weed. Now, I don't want to quit smoking anytime soon, and I don't plan on it, but there's supposed to come a time where I quit, right? Wrong.

I'm with Tracie Morrissey over at Jezebel who challenges the idea at the core. While I acknowledge that I need to find an alternative source of income for my vices, I refuse to acknowledge that I have to quit. Cut down, maybe, but not any time in the very near future.

Smoking has somehow become something that only college kids and deadbeats do. But I know lawyers, lobbyists, teachers, parents, bus drivers are all people too, and people have smoked marijuana since... well, since forever ago in China some 2000 years B.C. or something (it's been a long time since I wrote that Hemp paper...).

So what's with the taboo? Need I remind you I'm GRADUATING COLLEGE in 4 WEEKS?! With a pretty damn good GPA, I might add. For the last 3 years, I've been smoking almost every day. Weekly, at the very least. And over the last 3 years I've completed some prestigious internships, designed a book, held down a job, had this blog (okay, so there's my downfall!) and maintained and created new relationships. Apparently, as a stoner I'm not supposed to have all that. I'm supposed to work at Dunkin Donuts, live in a dump, and be a loser.

You're never too old to smoke weed. If Willie Nelson didn't make clear, let me make it clear to you; You are never too old to smoke weed. For medicinal reasons, or for recreational reasons, it's your right to toke up.

And don't get me started on the alcohol argument. It's a joke. When did you last hear about two stoners getting in a fight outside of a dispensary and killing someone? Uh, never. But I can think about countless times I've seen bar fights, and not on the news, but legit, spilling-onto-Boylston-street bar fights. When was the last time a guy got stoned and beat his wife? Someone died from drinking too much? Exactly. I personally would much rather smoke a joint. Drinking is like gambling, half the time it puts my acid reflux into overdrive making me puke and half the time I'll be okay, but the next day I'm not 100%, it makes me feel tired and brain-dead. Pass the joint, please.

Wahh, wahh. I get high. AND I ACCOMPLISH THINGS! And guess what? I'm not going to stop. I'm going to not only function as a stoner, but I'm going to be successful as a stoner. Watch me.

p.s. Today's smoothie was awesome. I used canned peaches, blackberry pomegranate yogurt, frozen raspberries, mango nectar, and two handfuls of almonds. Uhm, I feel so healthy. Except, last night I was craving a cheeseburger...

A Healthy Stoner?

It's Tuesday morning and it's time for breakfast; I'm nursing my first full bowl of the day and contemplating the most important meal of the day. I'm trying to start taking my health and healthy eating more seriously with smoothies. Quick and delicious they can be super filling and nutritious as well. My mom has always made them for me in the summer and when I was on the swim team, but after trolling the blogosphere it's seems to be the best way for the laziest person on earth to get their 5-a-day.

Now, most stoners are known for fast food binges and junk food overload, and while I have been known to eat a one pound bag of Sour Patch Kids in one sitting, but I honestly prefer to snack on fruit all day long. People think because I'm naturally thin I can afford to binge on junk all day and not pay for it-- NOT TRUE! I may be able to fit into my jeans the next day, but I can't walk up two flights of stairs without feeling a burn and being out of breath (and before you blame the smoking, I have an amazing lung capacity and function, so there). So I'm trying to reform my eating, starting with breakfast, focusing on those mornings where I don't eat anything at all... which is most mornings.

I was reading Happy Brittany's smoothie-centric blog and was inspired! Spinach! Almonds! Cucumbers!? Avocados!? After I adjusted to the positivity-overload (much-needed at the time!) I was a little intimidated-- I'm no natural in the kitchen. I mean, I can cook, but I'm not good with flavors and mixing and matching and all that. This week, I'm starting small, fruits, yogurt, milk, etc. Next week, maybe I'll throw in some flax seed.

Today's ingredients: frozen blueberries, banana, almond butter, raw almonds, vanilla yogurt, 2% milk, a little sugar.

Today's results: HOLY ALMOND BATMAN. Relatively boring as for flavor, but I'm gonna feel like Batman after I drink it.

A word to the wise, check out Whole Foods for the hippie shit; almond butter there is $5 compared to $10 at Shaw's. What I need now though is an awesome reusable smoothie cup! I'm digging this one from Amazon, but if anyone knows of any cooler ones that come with extra straws holla at your girl!

Okay, enough typing, more doing.

Monday, March 21, 2011

"Feeling a little nauseous?"

I was the running joke when I went home for the holidays; the code for smoking weed became "feeling nauseous" because of my notoriety to treat my acid reflux and nausea with marijuana. If my step-brother saw me sneaking away he'd pipe up, "You must be feeling a little nauseous, huh?" or when my cousin would sneak away someone would ask her if she was feeling nauseous. But hey, it works, my gastroenterologist even acknowledged it as legit.

I think my mom is even beginning to acknowledge this as well, so when will the government? Always, always the question.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

The Great Debate.

It happened; My bong cracked. I kept wondering why there was stank-ass water under my bong on my nightstand and why my hands and bed were getting wet with said stank-ass water. Thankfully, I have other smoking options which brings me to the Great Debate: The Bowl vs. The Joint/Blunt vs. The Bong vs. The Vape.

I'll be the first to say that I love cruisin' with a fat blunt (grape is good), but I also love the bong. The way the water cools the smoke can be a dream if your bong is elaborate enough. Mine was a simple bubbler and it didn't actually break, just cracked. So maybe I can seal it with some superglue? Is this the worst idea ever? I'd buy a new one, but I am so strapped for cash right now that's just not happening. My connect (who we'll call Tex from here on out) has an amazing bong which has a little pre-cooler attachment. Oh, Lord. I get about 10x higher with their bong than I do from my own. After four straight months of using the vaporizer I switched back to the bong, partly inspired by the great high I get at Tex's.

Now, I love my Herbal Aire, and it was worth every penny; a nice high without the lethargy, no coughing, and very light silvery smoke. The biggest downside to the vaporizer? After my first bowl, I will space out and forget about the bowl I have going, or I'll start eating and forget I was smoking. A beautiful bowl burning away at 375 degrees getting nobody high. It's a damn shame, and a complete waste. Not to mention, not at all economical in my situation. As for bowls, well, it sufficed when I was smoking 1/8ths or less, but I'm not down with all that hot smoke; I cough like a first-timer. Especially with how much I smoke, that just can't be good for my throat and lungs. I am going to purchase this Black Leaf bong as a replacement. I'm really excited and I'm hoping the percolator will help make my weed stretch and improve my high. It's about time I bought a real bong anyway and got rid of this little bubbler, but I will always have many many fond memories ♥ .

What kind of bong do you use? Which smoking method do you prefer?

-Stay Stoned

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Everyone has their vices, right?

Mine are pretty severe. My number one vice is obviously marijuana. I'm spending up to $120 a week buying my green, or as was the case this week, purple. Delicious! My second vice is shopping. Oh my god, I love shopping. Currently I'm lusting over this NARS set, and am obsessed with these shorts I just bought. But today, I had to get a grip, I gave my Discover card to the Italian and had him hide it in my room. So it's cut down on the smokes or not pay the bill. Obviously, I gotta cut down. How is this going to play out?

I'm already to the point where I spend less than $15 a week on eating out and little extras but I hate being so cheap, especially with my boyfriend! Plus, I love ordering food and getting smoothies between class. And I'd like to spoil my man once and a while with a nice dinner. And I'm on the verge of being an adult and graduating and I cannot be one of those stoners who just bums around after graduation. I must get a job and be an adult. Some serious cutting down is going to be required. I'm already lazing out on my homework. I fell asleep despite saying I would complete/start two assignments and now I'm tired and time is dwindling between those due dates.

Senior year is different; but I definitely have senioritis and need to find a way to curb that bad habit too. Especially without fueling myself with rewards like expensive makeup and froyo... Wish me luck.

Monday, February 7, 2011

In case you were wondering, I'm still crazy.

Back in October of 2009 (which was really just 4 posts ago because of my lazy ass) I mentioned I was getting prescribed. Well, Monday was one of those days where the adverse effects sneak up on me-- paxiflu. Most people who take or have taken Paxil experience some sort of side effect, most notoriously, withdrawal.

For the record, other than not being generally hungry, I have never experienced withdrawal from marijuana. Just my prescriptions. Anyway, I ran out of refills and had to have it called in so I missed a day... maybe two (my memory is shit, I may have forgotten to take it the day before). It starts with me acting like a bitch. Then I get night sweats and chills then nausea, vomiting if I try to take my meds, dizziness/lightheadedness, general shit. Legit, one of the worst things I experience and all I can do is try to sleep it off and keep down a bland meal so I can attempt to reintroduce a low-dose. And smoking doesn't always help; it'll calm the nausea but make the dizziness worse, helps me sleep but make me hungry for foods I can't be eating.

My poor boyfriend hates to see me sick, he's such a sport. He sat for hours in the dark so I could sleep and made me rice. I'm on the up now, having a morning bowl, watching Parenthood. Ultimately, the meds work. Since October 2009 a lot of things have happened-- not all good, some extremely dramatic and problematic, and super emotional. But I think I'm okay now. I'm not weepy or overly emotional, I don't have the severe mood swings, and I typically feel pretty good about myself and my job and my situation. It really has taken all this time to get the meds right, and to get to this point, which was probably why blogging fell through the cracks, it's a pretty intense experience, if not just downright exhausting.

Who knew taking care of yourself and eating right was so difficult? I mean, I've been up for two hours now and the task of breakfast just seems so daunting. The munchies will get the best of me soon though.

Stay Stoned. ♥

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Mmmm, marshmallows!

I loooove the word marshmallow; specifically the mallow part. I bring them up because lately my favorite snow day activity has been popping a jumbo Jiffy Puff marshmallow on a butter knife and roasting it over the flame of my gas stove. You can make s'mores of course, but anyone who knows me I hate chocolate*.

Some of my favorite stoner specials include marshmallows. Like my mom's fruit salad, which I can eat bowls of (and every college student should make during finals) and my Spidles.


French toast/Cinnamon Toast Waffles
mini Jet Puffed marshmallows
cinnamon sugar

I use Eggo waffles, so I pop them in the toaster throw the marshmallows on top and nuke it for 10-15 seconds, you can also put it in the oven until the marshmallows are golden.

I'm telling you, I'm going to write a book with recipes, strain reviews, etc. Like the blog, but better. I'm not going to give out all my good recipes on here! Definitely some :) Anyway, once I get off my lazy ass I am going to roast more marshmallows, I just can't get enough.

*Most chocolate; I do enjoy Nutella, chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate Turtles, Ferrero Rocher truffles, and a select other few.

Stay stoned ♥

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Wow, Almost a year!

It's been too long. So many marijuana developments! I bought a vaporizer, an Herbal Aire and I pretty much love it. I noticed a dramatic change in my lungs and a lingering smokers cough was gone within a week. It's temperature is extremely accurate, it doesn't need much upkeep, just replacing the tubing here and there and wiping resin from the mouthpiece and crucible. I use it so often! And it's small so I can take it to friends house's and it really has no smell. Perfect for smoking indoors!

I also went from smoking an eighth a week to a quarter. What happened there? I'll admit though, it's slowing me down a little in class, I can't smoke on my break. I've got to stop it! Just before bed, and maybe at breakfast, haha. It helps me eat breakfast which I think eventually helps me focus better during the day.

Not much else, having my quarter-life-crisis with my impending graduation only months away. People keep asking me what I'm going to do and it's overwhelming. So, I'm still crazy but coping. It helps that the boyfriend is here for a bit to get me going. It's been fun to have him around, and while I haven't been making a bunch of money because of cuts at my new job selling old lady clothes, it's okay, because A) I make more money and B) I get to hang out with said boyfriend.

I'm not sure what else to say, I smoked some kush (initials RP I think? My friend couldn't remember the name but it was written on the bag) and it smelled a little like the combo of a sushi plate with wasabi and soy sauce. But it was amazing. And it made the Potato Bacon Cheddar Spring Rolls and Boston Beer Works freaking phenomenal. Will definitely be going back for more.