I wish the Ontario cannabis store had CBD. All the places that I used to see selling CBD juul pods don't sell them anymore.
arrest the iceberg
free iceberg 2020
that's me, whispering secrets in your ear, and pulling your leg.
do you think there are suckers who've lost significant money in scams but secretly enjoyed it, and half-figured it while it was happening. 'maybe he can use the money to develop more clever scams', they reason
how many Tesla threads do we need??
i think you're right, quitting seemed like this super challenging thing but only before i quit. mostly i was just afraid of admitting that i was the only one who was actively responsible for my own problems. (i had convinced myself that it was "capitalism" causing my decline -- this was a reproduction of the extremely selfish politics typical for a first worlder.) in retrospect of course these fears are pitiful but at the time they were terrifying. not sure if this is relatable. everyone has a qualitatively different relationship to the drug. so sorry if this breaks the rules ("proselytizing on the dangers ..."), or maybe i'm sorry for thinking it breaks the rules? i'm constantly disoriented by irony here. anyway i wish you well dr. toyota. i enjoy your posts
so sorry if this breaks the rules ("proselytizing on the dangers ..."), or maybe i'm sorry for thinking it breaks the rules? i'm constantly disoriented by irony here. anyway i wish you well dr. toyota. i enjoy your posts
the rules are only for our sovereign alcohol. idolaters of false gods can and should be encouraged to repent and either live happy sober lives, or properly walk the one true path to annihilation
i smoked daily for a few years. when the scary realization that it was harmful started to reach my consciousness i decided i would take a week off to prove to myself weed wasn't detrimental. i made it to night 4 and my brain literally came up with "well you made it 4 days, so you can definitely make it a week, and if you can make it a week then you've proven that it's not detrimental". my brain did all it could to forget the experience and its implications.
I smoked it a lot with a friend where that was "the thing we did," which in retrospect wasn't exactly healthy, and he dropped it altogether when he had a minor heart attack.
The emergency was the result of many other bad habits all leading up to that -- he went cold turkey on everything. Began hitting the gym. Our friendship survived going off the pot, which is a credit to our friendship. And he is still a really good friend.
But I just can't do it anymore. Like once you stop, if you try it again it feels much stronger than if you're smoking it everyday, and I can't handle it now without getting incredibly paranoid. The last time was when my neighbor invited me over to watch the McGregor vs. Mayweather fight with his buddies. I didn't know any of his friends and they were passing a blunt around, and I had this boneheaded idea that they'd think -- being boneheaded MMA dudes -- that I was a cop or something if I passed on it, so I took a hit and that was enough for me, and then Mayweather busted McGregor's face up real good and that's the end of my story
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yeah the thing i want most when i get home with a shirt drenched in sweat is another wet shirt
fuckin office monkeys
i got dpd