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Laura, Laura... oh so boring. How does your pot garden grow? written @ 11:55 a.m. on October 05, 2003 I am not so happy right now. I am sick. Again. Grr. Going to the parents tonight for dinner. *Yay* Real food. Taking Dharma. She loves her grandma. Sorry Jenny. My PFD is going to Nenakins for rent. I'll try and coax everyone else though. I'm glad that you are staying with Ken. Seems to be a good choice, and I know how you feel about sleeping with someone (bed wise...) I am starting to get annoyed. Nobody has control over my life but myself, and I do what I want to do when I feel like doing it. Sorry if that pisses people off. I love pot. Pot and I get along very well, and that's just the way it is. I don't know why drunk people are forgiven for things, while the girl who loves to get high is held up for slander. Whatever. I regret nothing. There isn't a point. Whatever.
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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