maybe it’s more that i would like to be able to find a cheap college, with outstanding communications programs, who is willing to give me a full ride and hook me up with great television contacts.
this place may not exist, but i will find it or die trying.
i sat on the roof of my boyfriend’s home while a giant lightning storm brewed just down the street. i had a deep conversation about sexual needs and emotional desires with his mother while he and his goony friends played on the higher roof.
it was a great night.
my how time changes the mind.
i’ve smoked a ton of weed and i have to say, i haven’t gotten much out of it, other than ten pounds and some burnt brain cells.
i still do it occasionally if the mood is right, but i’m not usually up for it.
i think my love affair with the ganja is over.