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I’ve got a big weekend coming so even if I don’t smoke for the next couple of days I will end up doing it on Saturday and then it’s back to square one.

Today is your day to celebrate
Your day to be the star
So let the ones you love all cheer
And say how special you are

Every time I sit down and start to do this one I keep writing a different take on 1984 ugh…

Your Birthday is a special day, one that’s just for you, a time for doing everything, you have always wanted to do…

3 more to go…

No bingo

17 more to go, I can almost taste the extended ending.

Third times a charm.

sph sph sph sph.

What a sense of humour (humor, for the Americans amoung you) that silent divine being has. Let’s look at it shall we.
He’s just finished up making the human being, carved from his own image, he’s just about to start up the production line and start mass producing these babies and then he thinks hold on, this isn’t enough. I’ve given them cancer, loss of bowel control when their elderly, headaches and heartache. There’s got to be one extra kick in the teech I can give these animals just to let them know who’s boss. Eureka! I give them anxiety!

Well thank you lord, as if we didn’t have enough to worry about, now we can worry so much that it cripples us. No, really your to kind.

Ich hieBe Thomas. Ich komme aus Australien. Ich bin zweiundswanzig. Ich liebe dich Duetschland!!!!

I used to think my pube beard was soooo cool, I’d die it all sorts of colour…ughh that boys and girls is what can happen if you smoke way to much pot.

“Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.”
-Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

It all started in Book City in Shepparton. I was looking for a new book to read. Daydreaming, I was walking through the isles reading blurbs and generally just wandering. Mum walked into the shop and told me we had to go so I quickly grabbed the nearest book with the catchiest title.
While sitting at my grandmas, stoned and happily reading away, I came up to the part in the story where he gives head for the first time. I got so turned on that I had a panic attack. I didn’t know what was happening, all these thoughts were rushing around in my head and I started to fell sick. Suddenly I started thinking ‘am I gay?’. My anxiety grew and it felt like I was going to pass out. But that question stayed firm in my mind. It was like my unconscious mind kept pushing the question into my conscious one. I started thinking no; I’m not gay and brought up the usual excuses. Then my entire sexually history flashed before my eyes, the girls with the disappointed look in their eyes, the never really enjoying vaginas and always feeling unsatisfied. I faced these thoughts and then I screamed in my mind ‘yes, alright, I AM GAY’. And I immediately started to feel better, my anxiety disappeared and I felt a new feeling wash over me, this kind of completive-ness that I had never experienced before. And from that day on I’ve been gay.

Now all I’ve got to do is tell my parents…easier said than done.

Or I will if I keep smoking the way I do. I stoped smoking pot fulltime up until a year ago. I smoked hardcore for about four years and it left its mark on my lungs and a reduced number of braincells. Anyhoo why is it that the number one cause of preventable death in the western world it so readily availible. I mean if I had to go to get ciggies from some of the shadey places that I have gotten pot from in my time maybe I would think think twice about smoking.