I can't wait to start toking again.

I'm so fucking sick of our government classifying a harmless, non-addictive, POSSBILY helpful substance as Schedule I - on the same level as heroin, methamphetamines and crack cocaine.

 

Really?

 

I think what bothers me most about this drug war is the BLATANT lies the Government has fed in to youth programs such as DARE.  I'm sorry, but I've smoked a lot of greenery and have never wanted to commit mass homicide or jump off of buildings.  Pot mellows me out.  The worst that's ever happened?  I've fallen asleep.

 

Unfortunately we continue to oppress users of a relatively safe substance - and we oppress them moreso than users of harder and more dangerous substances.  Urinalysis for instance - THCOOHC (do I have the requisite number of Os and Hs in there?) and other metabolites of THC are fat soluble and are therefore detectable from 7 days to three months (depending on the individual in question) after use.

 

Cocaine, a water-soluble (and proven addictive) substance, is usually indetectable in urine within 3.

 

So that means urinalysis are AUTOMATICALLY skewed against users of the most harmless (and third-most used) recreational drug in existence!

 

Fuck I'm sick of it. 

 

Once I pass this pee pee test I'm lightin blunt after blunt and toking till I pass out. 

 

Fucking government.

I Made Sweet Sweet Love

To this woman. Call her Angie. It's cool, really.

Actually, I didn't make sweet, sweet love - it was more sweet, sweet getting head until her husband (ironically, Tom Cruise) came bursting through my door in anger.

I mean who the HELL has these kind of dreams after the age of 16? Apparently, I do. And I'm not complaining at all, because Angelina is super fine.

The only thing I regret is being cockblocked by Tom Cruise. What an asshole.

But lovin' is the hardest part...

I have absolutely no feelings for anyone.  At all.

This may not seem a monumental statement in itself - but if you knew me better you'd be entirely shocked.  See, I have typically been an in-a-relationship person.  One would scarcely find me without a cute little thing on my arm - and one would scarcely find me in any state but... dare I say?  SPRUNG on that cute little thing.

As of today, though, I have been single for nearly one year.  No relationships - none I have even CONSIDERED starting - in the past twelve months.

So I have to wonder, again, is it me?  Have I allowed myself to become so battered by "love" and what comes with it (not to imply that I have been in love with all of the girls I've dated.  I've never been that hopeless) that I refuse to deal with it now?

No, I think not.  I think the problem is women.  I can read every one of them.  I can literally "foretell" any given woman's EXACT response to any given stimulus.  So much so that my friends have become coming to me for in-depth help with their 'game'.

For instance - I gave a close friend of mine a play-by-play of what to say to a new "potential" and also told him how to respond.  For instance's instance - she said she wasn't going to come out.  I told him she'd be there in thirty.  She was.  He asked her to come downstairs to pay her cover because she didn't have any money.  I told him - "She's just testing you dude." 

He went downstairs and she said?  "I have money.  I was just testing you."

That isn't the most in-depth example I can think of - anyone with any sense would have seen what I saw - but it gets better.  Anyway, back to my relationship quandary.

I think what I'm looking for is a woman whose actions I can't anticipate to a tee.  Someone over whom I don't have the guaranteed upper hand in this game of courtship.

By the way - that's what I love about this blog.  It's about nothing in particular - truly just a place for me to rant about anything that's on my mind.  I've given myself over to the idea that I don't HAVE to have anything super-story-like to tell in order for me to post.  With that in mind, here's hoping for more posts in the future.  Anyway, back to the point of this particular post...

Any takers?

Those CRAZY aliens!

UFO Files (or whatchamacallit) on the History Channel is awesome. This guy says fibre optic developments have the Roswell UFO to thank! Sneaky!

Those crazy aliens.

Give nothing

To those who seek their satisfaction in your destruction

Who feel best when in pity you wallow

 

Give nothing

 

No ground, nor tears

to those whose gladness grows from your grief

 

Give nothing

 

No time nor thought

but press forth on your way to greatness

in spite of those who wish you ill

and who in your greatest moments of distress

Feel their greatest moments of triumph

 

Give nothing

 

Take all