thanks, LA/dad
mr. squid
is that a thing? do they do that? I haven’t smoked weed recreationally on a consistent enough basis in over 6 years. at some point I was all “liquor!!!” and my tolerance went to shit and it seemed like it would take a lot of “work” to get it back to where it once was. and by “work” I mean, I would have to spend a lot of time smoking weed and doing essentially nothing but acting weird, creeping people out, staring at who fucking knows and not being able to drive or move, even. I’m okay not spending much time doing that.
however, once a month, lasting anywhere between 24-72 hours, I get paralyzingly painful cramps. I think my liver is dead at this point. if the consistent consumption of alcohol in high-volumes from ages 19-23 didn’t do it, I’m sure the millions of milligrams in ibuprofen over the past couple years have.
I just. I think smoking a bowl is probably a lot less fucking harmful to my body than 1000 mg of ibuprofen every four hours.
anyway, is this a thing? should I be calling that hot 420 doctor on those billboards off sunset? does anyone get some sweet bonus for referring a friend? did you want to refer me? or did you want to just give me all your weed instead?
***I realize the amounts of ibuprofen I am taking are unhealthy, and that menstrual cramps this painful should be examined by a physician. I go to PPH and they say I’m okay. the ladies in my family have had complicated shit (cancer, cervical and uterine) when it comes to the sex organs so I’m pretty up on that. and so far I’m fine. I trust them. I also can’t afford not to. in addition to that, I have a remarkably high pain tolerance, but this shit hurts so bad I end up in fetal position crying like a sad little bitch. not to mention it takes like, 1-2 hours for that shit to even start working. I’d rather be stoned and weird and totally not bored in my room than in excruciating pain, while crying and plotting mass homicide in my room. I can shake off most anything, except hiking in weather above 65°F while at a steep incline — that shit will kill me. not to the point of 15-20 Advil a day, but this is a different beast entirely.
like if someone were to stab me in the uterus right now, I’d probably thank them.
k that’s all.
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really wish glowing necklaces could live longer than a day.
this is pretty much the only picture of me from karaoke krew in my glowing necklace contraption. miss that thing.
my mom (in the 70s), and her old dog red. he surfed. so did she…
5 years ago, NYE04 in Vegas.
I was 18.
god i love her
my cousin.
day after Thanksgiving.
yo, you guys see my light switch? made it when I had my period, which is irrelevant.
Charlie is very unsure of Squid pipe.
I have the cutest dog known to man.
“I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn’t try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist. I think you of all people would understand that because I think you of all people are alive and appreciate what that means. At least I hope you do because other people look to you for strength and friendship and it’s that simple. At least that’s what I’ve heard. So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via sunshinemakesmehigh)
I would say “I fun dipped a banana” if it didn’t sound like a horrible euphemism for masturbating with a banana. it was weird.