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Zylka
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In an ironic way though, I must say. After a three day binge weekend out at the cabins in interior B.C., here I arrive a little depressed. I greet my family, and they are loving as ever, my guilt for those few days is eased a tad. A slow Monday begins, and as I watch TV my Dad enters the room (after recieving an earlier vague and non comittal conversation about problems keeping me up at night) and holds up a rather elaborate mail package:
"This just finally came for you, was it a problem having anything to do with your anxiety? Spores for growing psilocybin mushrooms. Seems a lot of people have problems with this, I think customs had a run over it actually. I'll let you deal with this crap yourself" and he dropped it on my lap
Now, the spores were for someone else who wanted them for research purposes but was too afraid to order through his own name. I just didn't give a sh*t. Would rather them have come unnoticed but I was more than prepared to shrug this off in the face of my parents - although I've never done anything like that before without angst. I'm assuming this changes the relationship?
Tell a story of your youth and getting caught...
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Zylka
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Like, shroom shrooms
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JimmyCracksCorn
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Macedonia - Sovereign country north of Greece.
Dec 2002
time: 05:24
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Ha, I can't help but find it a little funny. Having shrooms delivered to your parents' house. Ahhh....
Did you ever explain it to them that it was for your friend?
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Zylka
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quote:
Did you ever explain it to them that it was for your friend? |
No, and I'm not going to. As a lad, being caught with a friends' badly hidden pack of cigarettes seemed easy enough to get out of in theory, but it only aggravated Mother further:
"You're busy harbouring something like cigarettes for your "friend"?!"
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Zylka
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Hahaha no kidding.. you're the kind of girl I'd consider dating if you didn't have two psycho dogs and a boyfriend. That's life!
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MRT144
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Seattle Washington
Oct 2002
time: 21:24
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i hear theres a strain of weed called ivy league...
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Zylka
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ya d00d that is when the gorwar srats lacing his seeds with hydronic estrogen and it gets the weed sooooo hyped up thats they start forming in2 seprate leauges and frowing IVY and thats when the process really takes off and they start tangling the IVY and the THC is just like splurging out enriched and its like pTTHHHTHHHHFFFFFffffff...
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MRT144
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Seattle Washington
Oct 2002
time: 21:24
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exactly my brotha...where the ganja!
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Zylka
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weEd = phun Ima gunna change my name 2 "w4ke_n'_bAkE"
RFOLTNEA
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MACEDONIA - It's the name of the sovereign country to the north of Greece
Apr 2000
time: 07:24
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yeah. But when I contempleted after it during sitting at 2 AM in the park, I got very depressed. my thoughts were similar to this:
"here I am, almost 17 years old, drunk, stoned, and smoking a pack of cheap sigarettes. It's The end of november, and my birthday is in a couple of days. It's very cold. I have my gloves on, my coat on, and a ski cap on. I am horny and I can't get laid. Even getting stoned doesn't help my depression. Where am I going?!" and then started the silly jealousy thing: " now take a look at 'X'. he has good grades,(and/or) drives a nice car, (and/or) goes out with pretty girls.". "Now that's what I call a sucessfull person".
I was such a loser. my finishing grades at school, and College changed everything. 
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24-12-2002 01:46
What treachery!!! 
I've heard (and probably used) that one before 
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