This is dead. Sorry.

Ok. So I haven't lost the battle of Weed.
I'm going to try to be "friends" with it.
Intimate friends March 20th 2010.

Royce and I have a couple's Halloween party to go to on the 23rd.
It's so funny to be a part of that.

We adopted a baby kiki!
He's a small fluff with a cold.
His name - Ganja.

My life isn't that interesting once I stop taking an interest in the outside world.
I'll spend forever watching Cowboy Bebop and the Office.

A girl with blond and pink hair came over last night. She also had a geometrically pleasing patterned skirt and fuzzy ugg-like boots.
Not my cup of tea, grant you - it looked like a rave birthed her.
However her eyes were all over Rojo. Imagine she's currently eighteen and recognized him from ATRF. I'm dating her obvious crush from when she was thirteen or fourteen.

Proud moment for me (that is sarcasm).

Royce and I actually had our first bump in the road.
Apparently - he loves weed.
I almost went into cardiac arrest I was so astounded.
So now Weed and I are going to duke it out for the heart of Royce Elliott Leeds.
I will not fucking fail. Pathetic.

Something about him is so worth it.

I want my mom to give me her car.
I have to meet up with Ash tomorrow for dinner or something.
I've missed her petite stature more than anyone could guess.
I need to get in touch with people and the world again.
A-n-t-i-s-o-c-i-a-l.