A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Husband in the shower
and work called off... just changed into my footie pjs and blazed a bowl of trainwreck... i've been high maybe five minutes and i've already lost my lighter. Sitting still. On my couch. Buckle up, going to bowl 2, looking for some revelations a la @joerogan style... I have my ticket and I'm validated, ready to be enlightened....
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