Slide Chronicles.

Why are slides so damn expensive? I Just bought one for $25, which is more than my lovely bong itself cost. And now that I swirled a little alcohol and salt in there it's hitting better than ever.



I did a MAJOR clean out of my pieces this week. Cleaned them all for over an hour, haha. But my once yellow tinted glass pipe is now slightly orange tinted and clear. Which is good, cause I've been smoking more than ever. Probably not so much now that school is starting up TOMORRROW but still quite a bit. I've been buying every few days and it's slightly ridiculous, I just need to buy larger quantities.

Lately I've been smoking so as not to kill every operator I talk to at my evil insurance company. I'm in a crazy catch-22 with my school, insurance company, and state medicaid. Nearly an hour of each weekday is spent on hold with one of these various peeps (my school is good about not putting you on hold for forever, but DAMN MEDICAID 34 MINUTES? It's taken a lot of patience, much more than I have, so actively smoking a bowl while arguing with these bitches is the only way to make it through it. I'm actually on the phone with them now, trying for the millionth time to remove an insurance policy I didn't (and can't) pay for.

I am at a loss to understand how people cannot be for socialized medicine. In America, the first thing that most people think of when someone is hurt or sick should not be "How will I pay for this?" it should be "Am I/my family member going to be ok?" I think that health care reform in America is essential to its future prosperity. Hello, life is guaranteed in the constitution and denying people the medical attention they need is denying them life. Such as this article in the NY Times.

Also, I finally have a therapist who is ok with me smoking weed, and doesn't blame me, or make it out to be the cause of my mood swings/depression. It's a relief to not have to defend my smoking to at least one person.

THank God for Apple.

I know, I went M.I.A. again, but my computer just fucking died today and neither myself nor my incredibly-handsome boyfriend have installed internet in our new apartments, I shit you not. We've been living the life watching movies, smoking the herb, and organizing (it's like real life tetris!)

Thank God for the Apple Store, where I've been doing all my important tasks, emailing, and facebooking once a week. Oh, who I am I shitting, it sucks!

The good news is, school is starting, I will be blogging more, and working more, and being even more crazy.

So let's have a stoner discussion to get our minds back in action. See, my morals have been aching supporting companies like Domino's and American Apparel who donate to shitty right wing causes, but there is really no way to escape them, especially being a stoner, Domino's is like an angel in the throws of starvation. It really makes me feel guilty but whats a stoner to do? It's impossible to cut all the bad out....

Oh Jeez

I step away for a while and Oregon starts farming hemp (could this spur Oregon to become the leader in alternative resources?), Mexico let people start doing drugs, and I break my favorite piece as well as the slide to my bong.

Just like clothing has sizes, slides should too. None of this "uhhh, I think it's like, the width of a BIC pen? Yeah!" and then getting home to find it's just slightly too big and won't slide in.

Lastly,


Idk what's up with the funky tunes, but this is the best way to clean a piece. Coincidentally, rubbing alcohol can set broken eyeshadows and broken powders again. THIS TRICK HAS SAVED ME SO MANY TIMES AND SO MUCH MONEY.

Anyway, It's been a little rough lately. I've been smoking a lot, don't get me wrong, but I've been taking some time to start some counseling and psychotherapy and looking to find a balance in my life again. Not sure where things went awry, but rest assured Blazing life will be resurrected come early to mid September. I'm moving (again, grrr!) but after I'm settled I think it's going to be another hazy semester.

This is too good.

http://hightimes.com/news/ht_admin/5686

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.

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?

Whoops.

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.

I'm an awful blogger!

I'm sorry I suck so much lately. After the move things got a little legal, if you know what I mean, so I've been doing damage control/unpacking/working to pay for moving related things. I should have a bit more free time starting next week since my vacation in Texas starts on Thursday.

You'll be happy to know I'm working to perfect a new stoner recipe, Macaroni and Cheese Enchiladas! It's still a work in progress though, I need my grandmother's enchilada sauce recipe to make it just right.

Bud has been delicious. The Queen B left me her grinder and bowls until she moves to uni in London, so I've had a grinder and it's been wonderful. I have been smoking a lot more though... it's kind of give and take I guess.

My kitchen is a mess, missing my boyfriend and working so much has driven me to the ends. I'm in a low, and I'm trying to eat myself out of it (haha, please keep your mind out of the gutter). Buying that whole cheesecake was a mistake. I need to try not to eat anymore of it until I leave. I've been averaging two slices a night. Anyway, so I eat too much and have to lay down and fall asleep before I can blog. Sleeping has been my new favorite activity lately too. I slept from 1 a.m. until 2 p.m. today and I feel... well very hungry, a little stoney, and very reluctant to get up and go to work... in 45 minutes. Gross.