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...

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

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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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...

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.

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?

It's all about the sun.

Yellow Submarine by kidsmokes featuring a ribbed cardigan

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?