thank god for pot

Not the most original or intelligent of statements, but true nonetheless. Strange to be both longing for the past and feeling stifled with it. It is sucking up all the oxygen in the room. In the world, actually. Took a trip to the shores up north. Accomplished nothing. Bought a record. Found a book. Drank some juice. Starting tonight I have to start being a grown-up about this.

~ by disarmingjane on October 16, 2007.