So. My parents are gone and I obviously use the alone time to smoke a bit. So I go outside and light up. I smoke two bowls and when I'm packing the next, I see a car. So, I keep loading my pepe and try to smoke another real quick before they get to close to see. So I do that and smoke about half, but then they turned on my road. So I ran inside, still taking hits while walking to the door. And I get in and then sit in my room for a bit staring out the window. So then that's over, and I go outside to finssish smoking. So I did that. And then I came in and got in the bath. Well, I had the jets on and it was the greatest feeling ever. If I put my arms up to the jets, I swear I orgasmed. But then..whatever. So I got out. Oh, when I was in my room earlier lighting insense and partly stashing my stuff. Before I go back outside to finsih cause i wantd to make it seem like i had been in my room all night. Because i"m grounded and all. FUCK being grounded, man. THat's punishment, I know. But I get grounded for basically everything I do. And not because I do more bad shit than any other teenager now-a-days, but on account of my parents becaussieeeeeeeen oops disregard that. anyway, so my parents are strict. OKAY. So. I get out and make some ciinnemon and sugar toast and strawberry milk. It's wonderful. And I think I'm going to mae more toast. Stll drinking on the milk. Anywa. So. I'm telling you abou this cinnomen and sugar. It's mixed into one shaker {its white_ and..it's so convienent. I love it. Go that!
nah, man. usually they are here. and it's scary out here in the country, man. fucking paranoia sets in real bad. Well, not as bad as in town.
