i am dumb

True Life: I'm Dating a Mormon. Called Mark him tonight, about forty-five mins ago. He didn't answer and I just finished this huuuge assignment so I needed to relax, so I took a hit. So I'm rolling along nicely, grooving to some quality music, and he calls back. Can I answer? No. Why? He thinks I am an angel. It's probably not a good sign that he doesn't know an entire side of me (that does NOT go along with his morals). I haven't lied-- I promise-- but I also haven't told him that I go out to bars, I occasionally get drunk, and I am recently becoming a stoner in my spare time.

It's just that, when I'm with him, I'm SO myself in all the other ways. So it's not like I'm faking anything... he likes the good in me. I just wish I knew he would accept the bad. And that he wasn't Mormon. Oh well, guaranteed not to get too serious! ...I should love that, right?

I've made this brilliant observation and now I have to share it

Hypothetical:
When a person is high, they have an inaccurate experience of the time/ space continuum. Because of this, it is far more difficult for the person to explain what happened when sober, or also to explain the body's actual physical reaction to events because time and space were not perceived correctly at the time of the occurrence of said events.

Hm. I'm not sure if I explained that rationally. I'll have to check tomorrow. It is a good thing that I can't un-post things from this phone because now I'll have a way to see things from a different frame of mind, at another time. Eyes are blurring gotta go.

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another joke, not to be taken seriously.

The subject is in regards to any offhand comments about my overall demeanor.



Not a joke: J is nine years older than me. Think I neglected to mention that. So things with that will certainly blow over but today they were "ehhh". The thing is, I amlost actually cheated. I must really be a bad person or something because I am the worst combination of innocent and knowing what I want without really understanding the repercussions.



Its like I love the attention because I had gotten so used to being looked through instead of at. So now that all of a sudden men are coming out of the woodwork, I don't really know how to deal with it.



I still get a little thrill from remembering the way J acts around me... It sort of makes my day when the single-most attractive but taken-with-three-kids attorney at work goes out of his way for me to notice him so that I'll stop and chat with him... Does that make me a bad person? I'm not sure.



I can be SO smart sometimes. Oh my gosh, on the way home from the store we got in the wrong car and I put my key in it before I saw my actual car parked fifteen feet away! Crazy shit.

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hahahaha

My brother just took 25 minutes trying to put the gas thing in the cradle. Seriously I am trippppping whoa. Don't know where we are going but I need to not talk to anyone I might say something that I shouldn't. Need to stop trying to type. The buttons are so freaking small, shit.
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Afterthought: I wasn't actually tripping. I have two vices, alcohol and that other thing that you smoke but isn't cigarettes or cigars.

to anyone in authority: this is just a joke

Didn't know what to put for the subject... Also I love my brother. Even though I may hate him sometimes, he comes through. I may or may not be toasted and that's hard to convey through text so I just came out and said it. Hope the police can't somehow track me down and I'm not being paranoid, I probably shouldn't write illegal things in here. OH I just thought up a good subject. Also note how correct my typing is-- that is conscientiousness, ladies and gentlemen. Holy crap that's a long word. Bye.