Can't you see?

What you do to me?

My music is talking to me right now. It is the current story of my life. Me and pot are having an affair. We go into the next and make out. Everyone knows. I see her every night after work, and on the weekend I take her to friends houses. We are a swinging couple. I will pass her around and I will taste others. That song explained how weed has become my new center or world.

It seems that everything I have done in this last month has added to wanting to do weed. I bought posters and black lights. I got a color box. I buy bongs and lighters and pipes. BTW, I can't wait for that pipe, it will be a lot more stealth than my bong. It is odd that I am currently worried about stealth... Why should I have to hide what I enjoy? Is it so wrong that I enjoy inhaling smoke that makes me feel like everything is better? I don't know. I don't think it is. But peer pressure is a motherfucker. My peers tonight were squares that don't drink/smoke. They gave me the disproving look that strikes into your soul and rips out your ends.

I won an ebay auction for a Notorious BIG single with a good selection of tracks. Kick in the Door and Big Poppa. I think it had instrumentals for both.

I am also looking into getting some key eminem singles as one of my next record purchases. Fuck, I need to cut back on spending, I can only imagine.