Oh my god. "We're tired of being potheads so now we're becoming alcoholics." Hahaha who else would say that? Oh and while holding a box of baking soda: "Wait you need cocaine to make crack? Why the fuck dont crackheads just do cocaine? No wonder they're looked down on." Hahahahhahaha. I think the whole situation itself was just fucking hilarious.
Since I've been off pot, my memories been coming back. I thought that it was just reduced downforever. Guess not.
I. I just forgot what I was gonna say. Oh yeah. Hahahhaa, wow. I've been partying too much and now I feel ugly and fat and grossed out by myself 'cause there honestly have been nights where I would consecutively have some alcohol and then a monster Mexican dish. I haven't been exercising. Maybe I should just do cocaine. Or crack. HAHAHAHAHA. Uhm. I feel my personality coming back. Very. Very jumpy nonsense. Which is half of the real me.
I had the weirdest dream last night. Jules and I were married and we got our own house and it looked like a replica of my parents house but a bit more messier. He was blonde and dressed like one of those Volcom skater guys. HAHAHHAHAHA. YEAH. I had Gus and Trixie in the backyard and my neighbor who lived behind us was like a dyke version of Wilson from Home Improvement. She was a mega-redneck dyke who always kept a shotgun in her hand. I had a bunch of cactus plants in pots all around the yard and shit. Me and Jules were just being all annoyingly couple-y around the backyard and shared a cigarette. I forget what we talked about. I remember going to the Plaza Bonita mall with him and running into these girls that I haven't seen in like 10 years in front of Robinson's May. (Lauren and Alexis from my elementary school.) Then we all went into the bathroom and did our makeup together. Then I went to Costco with Jules and we bought a VCR and rotisserie chicken. Yeah. Weird.
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