prestently listening to:

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i have a confession to make to myself

i am a pothead

not a hippy hemp wearing pot smoker, not a neo-hippy raver drug smoker, but the kind of pot head that reminds you that there is a medicinal use for the lovely mary jane.

i got to work early today after a causual morning of school and house chores. apon my arrival i became tense. i got progessively worse, flipping out about any ill news i could conger up. i'm loseing 2 hours a day at work for summer...i can't find the text book i bought yesterday...i can't pay my phone bill till i get paid friday...vanilla sky is due thrusday...i need to repaint my nails...this bra's strap is broken...

finally it was all too much when it turned out i was an hour and a half early for work, so, i went home. i went home and rolled a joint. i smoker that joint as i danced around my appartment in my favorite pink tank top and favorite pink bra (that i sewed when i got home) and my paul frank scurvy underpants. i danced around lisening to saves the day and jack johnson. i danced and smoked for about an hour and when i was good done & stoned, i went back to work and had a great day.

i truely believe i have some sort of chemical imbalance. pot really helps me. i get anxiety attacks, i panic. it gets hard to breath and all i can do is cry. these come out of now where somtimes. if i just smoke a joint, i'm fine. i mellow out and everything can be dealt with one at a time.

i heart pot.