Don't get me wrong - I love being stoned, relaxed, enjoying the telly, enjoying conversations more, sleeping better etc, but something is niggling at me that we shouldn't be doing it.
I keep putting my foot down and telling Kev we're off it - that's it - no more! And I get rid of all the skins, roach and nail scissors (I like a well cut roach), and for a few weeks that's it. While we're off it I get more done, I'm not as compelled to lie on the sofa reading a book or watching Ground Force, I look around the house for things I could be doing - cleaning, tidying, and re-cleaning compulsively.
Kev doesn't worry at all, he'd rather be stoned of an evening and I guess the biggest part of me would too. We'll be buying a house in the near future then trying for a baby and we know there will be no dope smoking in our new house and prior to conception.
I feel that it's changing me in some way but I don't know how - the only difference I feel when it's out of system is boredom and anxiety, and a tendency to drink more. Why can't I just relax and enjoy it like he can?
― Rumpy Pumpkin, Wednesday, 23 February 2005 08:15 (twenty years ago)
― Rickey Wright (Rrrickey), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 08:18 (twenty years ago)
― Rickey Wright (Rrrickey), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 08:19 (twenty years ago)
― nathalie doing a soft foot shuffle (stevie nixed), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 08:26 (twenty years ago)
― Rumpy Pumpkin, Wednesday, 23 February 2005 08:37 (twenty years ago)
― lukey (Lukey G), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 09:27 (twenty years ago)
I shall purchase another half o tonight. (and end up hating myself for lack of resolve)
― Rumpy Pumpkin, Wednesday, 23 February 2005 09:28 (twenty years ago)
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― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 09:30 (twenty years ago)
Then who gives a shit? As long as you're still going to work, seeing your friends, making competent decisions about your life, happy in a good relationship, eating properly, getting some exercise, who cares if you smoke a joint in the evenings?
― accentmonkey (accentmonkey), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 09:38 (twenty years ago)
I don't touch soapbar myself these days - there's a lot on the net about the pollutants which will put you off it if you read it.
― Bob Six (bobbysix), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 14:11 (twenty years ago)
I don't touch soapbar myself these days - there's a lot on the net about the pollutants which will put you off it for ever if you read it.
― Bob Six (bobbysix), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 14:12 (twenty years ago)
I'm too scared to read about the pollutants in soapbar, I could well imagine...
― Rumpy Pumpkin, Wednesday, 23 February 2005 14:59 (twenty years ago)
― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 15:02 (twenty years ago)
― Rumpy Pumpkin, Wednesday, 23 February 2005 15:14 (twenty years ago)
― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 15:19 (twenty years ago)
One simply cannot bear to live without ones intoxicants.
One is rather pathetic and empty one feels. Sigh.
― Rumpy Pumpkin, Wednesday, 23 February 2005 15:44 (twenty years ago)
― dave q (listerine), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 17:00 (twenty years ago)
― Tantrum (Tantrum The Cat), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 18:42 (twenty years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 23 February 2005 18:45 (twenty years ago)
― blizzard, Friday, 13 January 2006 04:36 (nineteen years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 13 January 2006 04:45 (nineteen years ago)
― jay blanchard (jay blanchard), Friday, 13 January 2006 04:49 (nineteen years ago)
― blizzard, Friday, 13 January 2006 05:40 (nineteen years ago)
― blizzard, Friday, 13 January 2006 05:41 (nineteen years ago)
― LC, Friday, 13 January 2006 10:15 (nineteen years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 13 January 2006 10:17 (nineteen years ago)
― StanM (StanM), Friday, 13 January 2006 10:18 (nineteen years ago)
http://summerloversunlimited.com/frontpage.jpg10pm
I'm actually too blunted this minute to shill properly, that'll have to do, Google the venue etc etdc
― LC, Friday, 13 January 2006 10:37 (nineteen years ago)
― LC, Friday, 13 January 2006 10:42 (nineteen years ago)
Since running out of my last gear, the only drug-related conversation I have exchanged with anyone has been people trying to buy pills from me. Perhaps it's just the way I look.
― tissp! (the impossible shortest specia), Friday, 13 January 2006 10:43 (nineteen years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 13 January 2006 10:46 (nineteen years ago)