it is very hit or miss (nice pun)

because it just depends on how many micrograms are on the tab but since there's no way to tell i just go gung ho and gobble the shit up.

No trip reports or anything?

ok. gopher it.

Let us know.

i haven't bought it yet, i need to call my dude and inquire.

Oh.

Ok.

dude says he's taken this specific shit and 9 will be more than enough.

i'm still taking 9.

should i buy a sheet? i'm going to buy a sheet. fuck it.

I'm a lot less scared to admit to myself how I truely feel, then move on from the situation rather than dwellllll(usually).
I'm actually more balanced and grounded than I've ever been. More perspective? I dont know. I'm more of a damn hippie perhaps. I worry like fuck, it's in my nature.. but I'm more aware of it now and what sets me off?

Creatively I feel more myself than I've ever been, which I'm sure helps a lot. More able to just put down on paper/draw everything I feel. It's odd but I never used to be able to do that.

Both of you: excellent. Keep on keepin' on.

thats because you got some bunk acid. i dropped TWO tabs a few months back. shit fucked me UP! and I live on mushrooms..

the acid waves come and go, you need to hunt down some good shit around October and April, when the deadheads trade their acid for the fresh supplies of weed at harvest time ;)

confession: i've done other hard drugs and hallucinogens but never lsd.

confession: i always chicken out whenever i'm presented w lsd. i don't know why that drug seems to scares me. it's something i should probably just get over.

i was supposed to cook dinner tonight but i made my brother do it.

Cock is passe, too. I prefer love vessel.

Does it speak ill of me that in the moments after I ejaculate I could care less about love and being with someone? That suddenly any desire of that type is rendered meaningless? Or does it just speak truthfully of biology?

It's called being a guy.

^ amerikangod really likes making that explicit

Oh thank God.


I'm afraid that if I don't it'll disappear. In fact, if you could all just clap your hands and wish really hard...

i confess that i have nothing to confess.

I have zero to confess.
No wait, sorry I didn't clean up the cat barf mom, I wanted to avoid it because the smell makes me feel sick, and after a while I just forgot about it.

I found my journal from when I was 17. it was kind of funny. I was stupid.

I don't think I have anything to "confess", because I have nothing to hide to begin with.

On your chest?