Finding Myself OMG: A Bullshit Quest

Well, where do I start? I'm struggling, I suppose, to find out who I am outside of who my parents want me to be, who my friends want me to be, or who my own perfectionist tendencies (totally personified) want me to be. I don't know if this blog will really document my progress in, ahem, coming of age, or if it will just basically be a place for me to vent and blab about nothing. We shall see.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Give me my fucking herbal remedy!!!

Okay. That pot was really much better than I gave it credit for. It's like today, I was okay for the morning, but it's an absolutely miserable day, damp and rainy and yucky (our canvas was cancelled, the weather was so bad) and this kind of weather always makes the pain about a thousand times worse. I can barely type my hands hurt so bad.

I've been doing all this research on the internet, and it turns out that they do prescribe marijuana for fibromyalgia. You just have to be in Canada, or a state where medical marijuana is legal, like Arizona or California. Of course, I have to live in fucking New York. Fuck.

I'm going to take some more painkillers and go to bed now. Because that's really healthier than pot...

I hate my body.




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4 Comments:

  • At 9:53 AM, Blogger Lydia said…

    you should just buy some pot, mar. i'm sure your parents wouldn't even care as long as you didn't like, drive around. seriously. :)

     
  • At 10:44 PM, Blogger Marcia said…

    Yeah, but who should I buy it from? Lol. I don't know any dealers... I was always kidding when I told you Caitlin sold pot. ;)

     
  • At 1:54 AM, Blogger Lydia said…

    I believe you are mistaken, Caitlin has been selling since 5th grade! How do you think she afforded the Caitlin Pimp Mobile?

    Um, talk to whomever bought it for you originally? Sorry don't know the B-town pot scene too well, besides Caitlin, obv.

     
  • At 11:32 AM, Blogger Marcia said…

    Good point about the pimp mobile, Lydster. I always had my suspicions...

    Seriously, tho, I don't know. I smoked it a party of Catherine's and seeing as how she is a sometime stripper and full time Hooter's waitress and my experiences with meeting her friends, I don't know if I would want to buy from who she buys from. I'd like some pot, but I'd rather not be involved with anyone sketchy.

    Damn, if only I were still in Seton. I'm sure there's a steady supply there somewhere. Maybe I could contact the potheads from our class out of the blue--- "Hey, I know we never talked in high school, but I was wondering if you could hook me up with some Mary Jane?" Lol.

     

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