19 posts tagged “reefer”

It was another early morning today, later than yesterday though. 

Stayed at the Terrorist house again last night.  Woke up about 640a or 64a5.  Stayed awake until the alarm went off at 7a.  Then, I swear to god as soon as that thing went off I passed out.  I barely remember the T getting out of bed.  He came to wake me up at 8a and I was sound asleep. 

That's weird to me.  Generally when he gets up before I do I'm always in some sort of half conscienceness.  Not today.

Anyway, I didn't fool myself into being productive today.  I openly admited that I was going to be a lazy fuck before work.  And I have been.  I've done some surfing, wrote some emails, made a pho date and smoked some reefer.  That's about it.  Woohoo!  Go me for being a lazy fuck!!  The day has even been productive in it's own little way.  I rock.  (Wow...I'm feeling very self confident today... what's up with that?)

I should probably go get in the shower.  I love, love, love to shower while stoned.  I sing and dance and have a freaking blast in there.  (I also shave, loofah, and ex-foliate too.)  Anyway, I generally do it on my day off and I didn't get a chance to the past few days... BUT!  Today I'm up early enough to do it.  But I gotta hurry 'cause the Les and I have a pho date at 1p.  Yay Pho!

Latah Gatahs!! 

Disclaimer: With in this post you will find sordid dirty details of my sex life... and other stuff.  If you don't want to hear about it... stop reading.  NOW!  I MEAN IT!  STOP READING THIS FREAKING POST... You know you don't wanna!!!  Oh well.. you can't blame me.  I warned you!

Disclaimer PS.  I've smoked some of the pot and well... it's fucking with my sense of humor.  Sorry.

First and foremost, it needs to be said that I really really want a coke.  Like, insanely bad.  I'm eating left over Pizza Schmizza and I loaded it with salt and a coke would be just simply fucking perfect.  Oh well, I'll have to live without perfection. 

Secondly, I stayed at the Terrorists house last night; because he has to work at 9am I knew I'd be up early so I decided I was going to take that early morning alertness opportunity to drop off some resumes.  I dropped him off at the airport then headed home.  Showered, got ready, chatted with the 8000 people who currently live here and in doing so lost ALL my motivation.  However, I pressed on.  I was going to get out of the house and pass out some resumes if it killed me.  And I did.  One.  Then I got to Killingsworth and 60th and decided I was tired of it.

Jesus, I suck.

Had some sex last night.  Really really really amazing sex.  I don't want to expound to much on the details because I know The Terrorist reads this and I don't need his ego to swell to much.  Having said that, he and I have always had generally good sex.  Granted, some days are better than others and there've been a few morning escapades that have been slightly sub par but  more or less we have pretty good sex. 

Last night.

Jesus, last night.

I don't know if the planets were aligned right or the cosmos were tilting just so but holy mother of fucking christ that was some good sexing.  I don't think he enjoyed it quite as much as I did, which sucks cause I thought it was amazing.  I'm not sure what made it so good...  Well yes, I am, but I'll censor the details (aside from a bit of an unexpected start and some new stuff added in the mix.) 

Having a desperate need to smoke afterward I went to the living room, I was sitting on the couch smoking and my legs were shaking, so were my hands, I could barely hold my phone because I was shaking so much.  It was gnarly. 

I hope the planets align right or the cosmos tilt just so again (sometime soon)!! 

Now I gotta go shower and dance around naked.  (It's my day off!) 

I've been playing on OkCupid a lot lately. 

For the most part it's the same old crap.  Just a way to pass the time.  My standards are fairly low when it comes to the Internet as a way to meet people.  Having said that I am the girl who has never ever (NOT ONCE) dated a person she didn't meet from the Internets.  (Unless you count the creepy* guy I fooled around with on the ship who then proceeded to stalk me for 3 weeks.) 

I have met some awesome people via the net.  Chris, though he and I have had and continue to have our issues, he's a good kid and I love him.  OMS was a craigslist boy.  Hell, all the guys I had sex with last summer were found via the web.  The Terrorist is/was and OkCupid boy.  

I don't know where I'm going with this.  I think I had a point, but I've forgotten it.  The sad thing is I'm completely sober. 

It's my Friday!  Today was sooooooo much better than yesterday.  Nothing special happened but it wasn't a completely shit day either.  (I feel a train.)   

Tomorrow I need to be productive, which is why immediately after writing this I'm going to go pee and crawl into bed.

While being productive I need to accomplish...

• Take shit in closet to Goodwill.
• Clean kitchen.
• Put Laundry away
• Deposit Check
• Mail Rent
• Pay Lesley
• Call/Text Leon
• Send Terry, Mah & Kathryn birthday cards. - Wow, I just realized that my three moms (Birthmom, Stepmom and adopted Mom) all have birthdays within a week or two of each other.  Bizarre.
• Find Job.  (Very Minimum: email Paddy's)
• Take a fantastically long, wonderful shower (preferably while under the influence of the pot.)

I think that's about it.

Shit... That's kind of a lot of stuff.  I need to go to bed!! 

*He wasn't that creeepy before we fooled around that mostly came after the foolage.  Though, he was a little creepy to start with, but I kind of dig that, I mean, I've been dating a guy I've dubbed "the terrorist" for months now... that's not exactly normal.

I'm sitting at home, surfing online and smokin some reefer. 
I'm checking out my okcupid profile and read a comment that Kathrine left about me.

This is the Quote

Dear Cupiders, This is Megs. You know that moment in "Born Slippy" after the first verse where the bass kick in? Now, imagine you're somewhere awesome, you are decidedly unsober (on your favorite poison) and that part of the song comes on... well, Megs rocks even harder than that. So there.

So... I grab my mp3 player... pause for a minute to remember how to use it... then I cue up Born Slippy.  It really does rock.  A lot.  She's really nice!!!

That's all.

but instead I'm going to blog cause I'm cool like that.

I have no reefer and that saddens me greatly!!
I also fucked up my ankle and that too saddens me.

Why don't I have any reefer you ask?
'Cause I smoked it all. 
I generally get my reefer from the T's neighbor and I meant to call him to see if I could get some today before work but I totally forgot.  Why?  'Cause I was stoned.  Smart, huh?  Oh well.  I shouldn't smoke.  I should just go to bed anyway.

My ankle...
I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure I fucked it up at work. 
The details are kind of involved and somewhat embarrassing but the condensed version... I fell.
And I blame She Wants Revenge (because god knows I'm not to blame for ANYTHING in my life)
The good news (if I recall correctly from my massage training) because it hurts during active and not passive movement that means its a muscle injury (not a ligament injury) which means if I tough it out it'll probably get better in a few days.
Possibly, if I get the motivation, I'll explain later with visual or audio aids.

For now, I'm going to go crawl into the magical bed and drift off to Happy Friday thoughts.  'Cause TOMORROW IS MY FRIDAY!

It's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.

Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!

I'm very excited and not just because I hate my job.  I'm going to be motivated today.  I'm going to get shit done!  
I slept like a rock last night.   It was fabulous.  (Aside from that fact that my spine feels like stone.)  I crawled into the magical bed last night around 2am.  Put my mp3 player on and laid it on my chest (between my boobs) then I woke up 7 hours later to Lesley's alarm clock and it was in the same exact spot.  That never happens.  1. I NEVER sleep on my back.  2.  I always move in my sleep.  Either way... it was a great nap.

Today.
Today I'm going to do some things...
Things like...

1.  Go to Wal*Greens
     Get contact souliton, soap and shampoo.
2.  Take out contacts and shower.
3.  Clean my room.
     Find a place for pretty new rug, possibly move computer back, hang up wall things, make it more cozy and livable.
4.  Tidy up kitchen/living room.
5.  Send a few resumes out.  
     Objection:  Find job where co-workers have all actually completed puberty.
6.  Possibly scrape bowl or obtain reefer some other way.
7.  Go downtown.  Get mail.
8.  Watch Juno if time.

Just got a text from Chris.  I woke up this morning and he wasn't here.  Which was weird cause he was here last night when I got home, he was in the shower when I went to bed.  Then this morning he was missing.  Found a note on the computer that said he was at Ogre's.  Ogre is a chick he met via craigslist not too long ago*.  I worry about this arrangement because of a few reasons but it's none of my business and if it's keeping him happy and occupided and not thinking of the ex girlfriend  then I guess I should shut the fuck up and mind my own fucking business.

I hate that fact that I tend to mother my friends.

That's it for now I think.

*She's dubbed Ogre because she has a think for the Ogre body type and not because she looks like an Ogre.   

My dad has called me. Twice this week. I need to call him back.
It's at that point though that I've gone so long without contacting him I'm just avoiding it because I feel bad. But the longer I go the worse it's going to get. I need to call him.
I think I'm going to email Terry and tell her a little white lie about my phone plan.

Got up at 11.30a today.
Started emailing resumes out.
I think I sent 3 or 4.  
That's good I think.  Considering I'm employed and will be working a full shift today.

Time to go get ready for work.  Ugh.  I need to find another job.  
Either that or I need to start smoking a lot of pot before work.   

In the past 24 hours....

Actually not much has happened.

I slept, finished my book, went to the janzen beach interview (it went medium to fair) met with a dude about a job in Alaska, currently contemplating said job, hung out with Chris, helped him move some of his shit back to my place, things aren't going well with the girlfriend which sucks.  Made rubens.  They were fucking good.  I'm sleepy.  It's early.  Fuck... no it's not.  When'd it get to be 1am?!?!  Reefer is amazing like that.

I'm sleeping.
Night

And I'm dirty.

I think I'm gonna go shower.

I showered.

Much better.

Life has been... full. Lately.

Full of people, mainly. Everyday since last Saturday (a week ago) I've hung out with either Chris or The Terrorist. This isn't a bad thing, because I like both of them and think they're both fun to hang out with but it's very unlike me. I generally spend a lot more time alone than I have been lately.

Tonight will be boy free.

How do I know this? Easy. The Terrorist has his kid tonight and Chris is mad at me.

Why is Chris mad at me? Well that answer isn't quite as easy. I'm not really sure. I know it has something to do with me being rude. Or at least him thinking I was being rude. (Which is a HUGE annoyance to Chris) but I called him and explained to his voice mail that I don't think I was being rude and why I didn't think I was being rude. Then asked him to call back if I missed something (or if he wanted to hang out.) That was about 24-hrs ago and I still haven't heard from him. That makes me sad. I know he's stressing out about life lately and that might have something to do with the (what I see as) extreme reaction. Whatever it is I hope is resolved soon enough. He's a good cat and I love him. Don't wanna loose a friend over something silly.

Before our argument though, we had a pretty good week. Full of reefer and cooking. A bit too much reefer if you ask me. It caused me to sleep past noon pretty much every day this week. (And unfortunately I've reached the age where I feel like that's a “waste of a day”.)

I still haven't found a job. I have been looking but as mentioned in the aforementioned paragraph I've smoked a lotta pot this week which has lowered my motivation level. For the most part though, everyday I've sent out at least 1 resume, Chris would smoke me out and let me use his computer and I'd give him a ride to work. It worked for him, worked for me, was generally a good all around deal. (Except I'd get too stoned to do anything else but send an email out. :-/ ) This next week is going to be different. Monday I think I'm going to hit up the two bars and a cafe right down the road and probably I'll do Belmont. Then Tuesday hopefully Hawthorne (and Caldera!). Yesterday I was pretty good, sent out 5 resumes! (Go me!)

Lately I've been noticing that my ... habits/personality/self... has changed when I'm stoned. I used to get really paranoid and quiet. Now I ramble and ramble and ramble. I've kind of noticed it a bit lately but last night I really noticed it. I couldn't shut up. Granted it was only a 5-20min window from when we smoked to when we turned the movie on... but it's like I had EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD to say in that period. That's probably why this short post is turning into a novel.

As with many people, reefer has a tendency to make me a bit randy. It always has to a certain degree but I also think it might have something to do with the fact whenever OMS and I got together we'd always smoke first. So somewhere in my brain it attributes reefer to sex. I kind of Miss OMS. That's not to say I'm not enjoy myself out here because I TOTALLY am but OMS had a certain way about him. Very mellow. Last time I talked to him he was having a bit of a bad luck run. I hope things have leveled out for him.

As I might have mentioned in a previous post, when I set up my computer I couldn't find any wifi signals aside from one encrypted one. On top of that DSL isn't available in this area. Which left us with Comcast. Sucky. Comcast is expensive and they use their Voodoo magic to make Torrent's not work. Because of this (and the fact that we're both going to be getting laptops soon) Lesley and I decided to forgo the internet. Sadness. Then the Terrorist was here this morning playing with Leela (his portable computer Nokia palm pilot type thing... there's a much shorter explanation of what Leela is but I'm stoned and don't really remember) Anyway, I was out buying coffee (for my new FRENCH PRESS) and he stayed here. Leela is wi-fi enabled so he sat next to the window and scanned. “What'd he find” you ask?! Well, I'll tell you. Leela, bless her little electronic heart, found a SHIT TON of signals. Awesomeness!! I got a cord for my WiFi card, to bring it closer to the window and I found up to 12 of those signals. Supa cool. The problem? Apparently my computer reacts differently to Wifi instead of regular internet and because of this The Terrorist couldn't fix it on the spot. (Or something like that... I'm stupid and stoned) BUT the good news?! If Chris still wants to be my friend I'm sure the fact that he knows my computer so well would be an advantage. Or The Terrorist can come back some time when he has the shit he needs and fix it. But either way I'm confident I'll be stealing internet shortly. YAY! Go me!

Had a talk with the Terrorist. It was quite cute, really, well kinda. Hadn't seen him in a few days so when I went over I asked how he'd been. He told me about doing some drugs with a friend and the next night went out to celebrate a friends birthday. I told him about smoking a lot of pot with Chris. Then a short time later we were sitting on the couch just chilling and he said those dreaded words... “So... this is kind of awkward, but...” I immediately had an internal freak out. But after a few pauses he explained to me that he and his friend had sex (two nights prior, the same friend he was doing the drugs with.) And he didn't know if I had other partners or not but he just wanted to be honest about everything (which is always appreciated). I was amazingly cool with it. Honestly. Which is a little weird for me, because even though we haven't “defined” anything (which is super cool and different to me) I am a jealous person. I even got a little jealous of OMS's others (not his wife cause that would be just silly, but he had mentioned one or two other people he'd been mingling with) I don't know why I did but I did. It wasn't like a freakish “I hate them bitches, they should die” type of thing. But just a little bit of a “hmm, wonder what they have that I don't?” type of thing. Anyway, getting back on point. I wasn't jealous AND the girl he was with is a cutie. I've seen her myspace I thought I would be but I wasn't.  (Go me!)  Probably partially because I kind of assumed he was fucking others all along and partially because... I don't know. I must be growing as a person. Though, I have to say... this girl was very energetic and left a few battle scars. Which I can totally appreciate but for like 2 seconds I had a mildly adverse reaction. It was fleeting though, and very mild.

I think my sex drive is going up. I'm having sex more or less every other day or so. Granted sometimes its a bit more or less I think the average would be every other day. Which is more sex than I've had... in years. And I'm also masturbating more than normal. Which isn't really a lot because I've been living in environments that aren't exactly masturbation friendly for the past year but still a couple times a week or so. Weird.

I need to go do my make-up. Yep. Gotta get going. Even though I'd kind of like to take a nap. I need to go eat free food.