Ive never been a big fan of the term “broken heart”. Some people think that having someone not return your love would lead to a heart that is broken, but its actually quite the opposite. My heart goes into overdrive when that happens, and there is nothing broken about it. I am full of feelings, and thoughts, and emotions, and it sometimes it feels as though I cant handle all the feelings going through my heart and my soul.
I hate packing. I am, you could say, the chronic over-packer. I never know what I should take and what I shouldn`t take, so I end up taking almost every piece of clothing I own. Almost every trip i`ve ever taken, I end up wearing only 60% of the clothes I bring with me. This wouldn`t really be a big problem(like they always say, its better to be over prepared then under), except a few simple rules I forgot about my trip.
It's funny how there are stages throughout the evolution of a stoner (well atleast this applies to me and others I've noticed):
Stage 1 (aka The Newb):
-Smokes very little or is just starting out
-No ability to communicate with the outside world (even amongst themselves)
-Ability to get uber stoned off of one hit of weed that is similar to the "Snicklefritz" on Pineapple Express
-Never pays for shit
-Smokes out of pop cans at the local elementary... read more »