Monday, May 29, 2006

pot brownies


I don't think I need to introduce this little guy. Not that I can anyway, it doesn't have a name. So far she answers to anything from Puddin' Puff to Fart Pants. Who knows really?

My roomate came home from work on Friday morning, high as a kite. The guy has been clean for twelve years and a consistant member of AA. But the Purolator guy gave him a pot brownie in a bread garden bag. My roomate only took a few bites, didn't like how it tasted and left it. I guess the receptionist told him to be careful because the Purolator guy had left a pot brownie for some one else before. He told his boss he had to go for a walk, and came right home. He puked when he got home. No, he paced, he peaked, and then he puked. It was a strange mixture of uproariously funny, and kind of devastating. It was a lot funnier later in the day than it was in the morning. He had a pretty bad trip so i think that helps. We decided to make the best of it, so we bought him loads of snacks and rented yellow submarine. We all spent the afternoon on the couch making fun of my stoner roomate.
I'm pretty sure he's gonna punch the Purolator guy tomorrow. I hope he does.
Last night I had a harrowing and horrible dream involving me coughing and puking up worms and worms and worms. When I told me friend Justine about it, she suddenly got concerned and told me to see the doctor, because my subconscience is telling me something it knows about my body...or whatever. So I went looking on the internet, and it tells me that I'm going to get sick, or that i have a negative attitude about the male sex organ. But then I told my dream to another friend, and she was all like, dreams say more about your past than your future. Which takes care of the getting sick part. And as far as the male sex organ thing goes, perhaps that's just me hanging out with lesbians.
Regardless, I never want to have the dream again. You have no idea how dreadful a turquoise earthworm can be when it stuck in your throat, and you just can't cough it up.
At the same time, perhaps justine is right about that doctor business.