I finally got some weed again.

Mood: laid back, bitches

We only paid 30 bucks for a fat ass quarter bag of this really really good shit with red hairs. I only put in ten, got high as hell with my friends, and still got to take home a huge nugget. I had almost forgotten how much I love being high. We were all sitting around totally ripped and one girl's cats started jumping on each other and fighting. One got inside a flat cardboard box and the other kept jumping on top of the box. It was hilarious.

We were going to watch Brokeback Mountain, but we keot forgetting to hit play, so the music from the options screen kept playing and every once in awhile we'd realize we were listening to banjos or something, with cats screaming and we laughed. Because we were high.

In other news, a girl who belongs to the same message board I do cut off her dreads after having them for four years. She asked if anyone wanted one. I said I did. It arrived in the mail today. It's pretty cool, I think I'll hang it on my wall. It may find its way into some of my shitty artwork someday. When I feel creative again. I'm making her a bracelet. I got a bead loom that I can make really cool jewelry on. It's going to be green and purple because those are her favorite colors. I'm pretty excited, because I'm lame.

I need to call Jon and Justin (who I decided to call Count Chocula when I was high) and let them now that I got us some weed, after Justin failed to perform his black man duties as reefer-provider.