Profoundly Poor Personal Plan, aka...

The Cuntstodian Part IV: P Everywhere!

I spent the last week smoking a bunch of pot.

I thought I should state that (and this) quite clearly. This is a blog that is half bragging half embarrassedly admitting to doing the above. If you find shit like this obnoxious, kindly read on and get pissed off.

So yeah. Bought a bunch of weed the Thursday before last and accomplished nothing last week. It was really stupid and boring and being nagged at while you're high sucks. The most fun I had was doing the lawnmowing on Monday. Holy fuck is yardwork fun when you're high.

I realized on friday that this was a really,really, really, REALLY concerning behavior pattern so I took action on Saturday afternoon. My mom went to a baby shower overnight and I KNEW WHAT I HAD TO DO.

I ground up all of my remaining pot. Three grams, give or take. Not a shitton but still quite a bit for me.

I cleaned a Listerine bottle, then I cleaned it again, and then I cleaned it some more, then I stabbed a hole through it, made a large aluminum bowl in the nozzle and got down to business.

Now, looking back, I've made some EXCEEDINGLY poor decisions in my pot smoking, such as:
--Using tin foil as an impromptu filter for my shitty pipe
--Using my shitty pipe at all and not investigating in a proper glass pipe or bong.
--Using things like large, plastic bottles to work as smoke chambers.
--Just generally overdoing it in terms of Wake N' Bake and eating things (I ate a POUND of cheese in less than a day. A FUCKING POUND OF CHEESE)

I think I'm at the point where I can thoroughly salvage my potsmoking by investing in smaller quantities of weed, buying proper smoking apparatus' and not being a goddamn dreg of society when I'm high. I can cut a lawn when I'm high. I can do it pretty fucking good.

Anyway, back to the story:
So I used the listerine bottle, and I bought a Bic lighter at the Corner Store because using matches by yourself is fucking retarded. I got pretty high I guess, not that achieving any significant level of highness was my intention.

All in all, a dumb experience, but to a certain capacity necessary. I needed to get rid of what I had. All that's left is the resin. God, it stinks.

Anyway, I'm kind of sick of looking at those other blogs, so I posted this.