big-gretch

When I was studying for my quantum mechanics final, I watched a 5-hour compilation of Wendy Williams talking about Beyoncé. I managed to get a B on that final, and I give a majority of the credit to Wendy keeping me company while I studied.

I don't really remember why I got my first pack of Camel Blues, but I like them. A lot. I try to only smoke them when I'm drunk, but I always end up sneaking one when the stress from life gets too much. I gave one of them to my friend, and even though I know he's smoked before that, I feel guilty since he smokes these now too. I hope he stops smoking as much.

Whenever I go over to my sister's house, I know there's something to smoke. Either weed or this. I can't smoke weed since I'm almost always gonna be driving back in an hour or two, so I take a Marlboro Red from her and go outside with her husband while he lights up his blunt. We sit in perfect silence, watching the smoke twirl around us.

Besides the FL's decision to do a baby voice that's way higher pitched than the kid version of her, I have no notes. I'll find someone who will camp with me indoors when it rains.

I had just gotten broken up with and went to a party with two of my acquaintances. I was already two shots of tequila deep when they wanted me to drink this too. I did, because I was sad and wanted to feel like I was still wanted. It wasn't as strong as the tequila, but it was worse. Drinking disgusting liquor when you're sad makes you feel worse.

My mom used to buy blueberries from the store in bulk when they were on sale to freeze. I would sneak so many from the freezer that she always ended up with none.