Pot Psychology: The Lost Episode
We’re back!
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*it feels right that my spliff-necessitated one-handed-typing queefed out “eeeeeWWWWWW” the first time i tried reposting this.
Source: jezebel.com
We’re back!
eeeeeeeEEEEEEE!!!!!!!*
*it feels right that my spliff-necessitated one-handed-typing queefed out “eeeeeWWWWWW” the first time i tried reposting this.
Source: jezebel.com
i went to los alamitos. as i’m writing this, they were ranked #1 by viewers of this huffpo piece o’ poo. i didn’t get into berkeley because of this shit & now? it’s hellof trendy. whatever.
omg. at first i was all “HELL YES, SOMEONE HAS ADAPTED MY FAVORITE BOOK AND PUT MY FAVORITE MILLENNIAL TIGERBEAT COVERBOY IN IT.” and then i started reading…
i was mistaken. which is ok, i guesssss…cuz the story is funny & the movie sounds intriguing of its own merit. BUT STILL……..
this thing is getting hellof sappy, but i say “suck it; sappy aint crappy” cuz
a) i’m writing something longform & no longer work a deskjob & am kindofovertheinternet so i’m totally outta the immediate orbit o’ the ‘osphere
b) my love for my love is best expressed in meta social media meditations
c) happy hearts > whiny blogs. well, scratch that; anything > whiny blogs. yeah. keep that.
i just need to stamp this into the internet because that’s what we do these days & blogs are where we do it: i met this boy 3 days before this photo was taken. i still feel the same exact way when i look at it now as i did then, which is crazy since i so obviously don’t mean to say that i feel an overwhelming sense of “oh, hey, cool, i just met this guy but he seems pretty cool & i’m interested in seeing where things are going,” oh no, it’s totally more of the “omg, i am a balloon filled with birds, i am light, i am air, i love, i love, i am nothing, i only love.”
hear that, internet? this man is a good one. log it away.