Yet another year without a New Year's kiss, I believe...
Christmas was good.
Broderick has a girlfriend. I'm giving up on him. We have no future. I have to accept that. He's moving. I have no chance.
Baylie's spending the night tomorrow.
I'm supposed to be getting some weed from Caleb today.
I'm so paranoid already. This is the first time that I have my own weed, in my house. I decided to put it in my Beats case, and then put that in a sock at the back of my sock drawer. I think thats safe, and I'm not afraid about them finding it. I'm afraid that they will catch me and Baylie smoking. But I think I've got it planned out. We're gonna wait about an hour after my parents go to bed, maybe longer, so we KNOW they are asleep. Then we are going to open a window and turn on the fan, and its going to be SO cold but whatever, and we'll stand by the window when we smoke. We'll make a home made bowl from a water bottle, which I did not get high from last time I smoked, probably because it was shitty, shitty weed. Whatever. We'll see what happens.
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