azi e ziua ei. ziua caracatitei.ieeeeeeeeeeeei!
am facut o rima atat de frumoasa. numai si numai pentru ea.
insa, asa cum zice si stimatul andries, am si-o surpriza pentru ea, si nu, nu mergem la cinema. surpriza a venit tocmai hat de la marea neagra.
la multi ani caracatito! sa ne traiesti o mie de ani!
si….stii tu
L.E. Meteorologic:
vantul a rasturnat copacul din fata geamului nostru si odata cu el si banca (banca fiind prinsa de trunchiul copacului) problematica. compatimesc copacul. am decis ca la primavara vom planta mult verde in pamantul din fata geamului. abia astept primavara…
You’ve ever said ‘pack the bowl again.’
You think “puff puff pass” or “puff puff give” has a nice ring to it.
You can smell it 100 yards away in a concert.
You have multiple bottles of Visine in various locations “just in case.”
You can’t believe someone “smoked without you.”
You know “Wake and Bake” isn’t about cooking.
You know cigars as “Philly’s” and it’s a hassle that they come with tobacco inside.
You know that if you are desperate you can always find a “nug in your rug.”
You can make a bong out of a juice bottle, a tube, and duck tape.
You have named anything you have ever smoked out of (King Bong, Chibus)
You know the difference between “Schwag, Beezers, KB, and Dank” by appearance and smell.
“Purple Haze” is much more than a Hendrix song.
You know that “Hydro” isn’t just a comic book character.
You have a “friend” that you only talk to because they always have herb.
You have a nickname for it (Herbal Excellence, Big Tom Cruise, Silly Willy Schwage a Dilly).
You fully understand why it should be legalized.
You hear things in your favorite songs that you never realized were there before.
You have “rules” (rule #3 when you say you’ve had enough, you take one more hit. And then that’s enough).
You have ever watched a movie then forgot what it was about.
You ate a whole pint of ice cream and then followed it up with pretzels, a bowl of cereal, and hot pockets.
You can easily quote lines from “Dazed and Confused” or “Half Baked.”
The inside of your car is always dirty.
You have a legitimate argument about why you’re not ‘addicted.’
You belong to the “Find a lighter, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck” klepto club.
People are looking at me. They know man, they know.
You’ve ever had to abandon your shopping cart in a department store and leave because you were “getting bugged out.”
Every idea you ever have you need to write down.
You forget to write down every idea you ever have.
You lived the words to “Sweet Leaf.”
You begin to explain something to a friend and go on a tirade about something random. Then you forget what it was you were trying to explain in the first place.
You are such a vet that you can do “anything” stoned, and do it better.
You wish you lived in Canada, Amsterdam, or Nevada.
Your idea of an ideal vacation is Amsterdam (They have a lot of culture).
You can accurately portray a stoner (and do a fine impression, man).
You have a personal preference between Duchies, Spliffs, Blunt, and Joints.
You know how to roll.
You shed a tear when you see the police burning crops on the news.
You buy gum or Altoids by the case.
am avut azi inca un meci cu libidinosul domn filip. i-am spus, printre altele, ca nu stiu ce fel de tinere a intalnit el de-a lungul vietii, insa eu cu siguranta nu ma incadrez in categoria aceea. si acum stau si zambesc oarecum tamp. emdorfinele isi fac de cap dupa acest acces de…nici nu stiu cum sa-i spun. furie era doar la inceput, apoi a devenit irascibilitate iar acum e doar ignoranta. dar e bine. macar n-o sa mai ia cu “dragostea mea”, “prietena mea”, “iubitico” si alte scarbosenii de genul asta macar pentru o vreme.
si pentru cei care ar tinde sa-i ia aparerea, va sugerez sa renuntati din start. e incurabil. a ajuns la varsta si gradul acela de libidinosenie din care nu mai poate fi salvat.
ah. si sunt anemica. poate nu ma mai operez.
ea este Pepito. inca nu vorbeste cu noi cat ar trebui, dar se bucura cand venim acasa si striga dupa mine cand o las singura in bucatarie. semn bun! maine incercam sa trecem la un nou pas in relatia noastra: urcatul pe deget.
unul dintre motivele pentru care as alege sa plec din tara fara nicio ezitare este sistemul medical. asta probabil nu este o noutate pentru nimeni. multi s-au resemnat. multi au invatat sa cunoasca smecheriile sistemului si stiu exact unde si cand e de mers pentru a putea beneficia de minunatele gratuitati. eu nu stiu toate astea. asa ca incerc sa ma informez pe la diferite spitale, laboratoare si clinici ca sa nu umblu haotic dintr-o parte a orasului in cealalta nereusind sa rezolv nimic. si atunci evident ca ma enervez cand o vaca platita din bani publici se apuca sa-mi tina mie morala pentru ca indraznesc sa ii pun o intrebare. tare-mi vine sa o sun inapoi si sa-i urlu ca e o nesimtita. but i know i’m better than that…
later edit: evident ca am stat la o coada enorma, ca sa aflu ca n-o sa mai apuc recoltatul de sange…asa ca, cel mai probabil, astept salariul ca sa-mi fac analizele. and i saaaaay romaaaaaaniaaaaaaa is my countryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
pe de alta parte, familia noastra s-a inmultit. am primit o peruşă. o cheama Pepito
nu stiu cati se uitau la papa gambalunga cand erau mici. dar eu ma uitam. si stiu si acum pe de rost versurile melodiei de inceput. adevarul e ca n-am stiut niciodata cum se scrie pe de rost
avea dreptate orland-ul cu ideea aceea de a fugi pe o insula pustie unde sa punem bazele unei societati proprii. si oricat ne-am fi hlizit, ametiti de vodca, vin si bere, sunt sigura ca fiecare din cei prezenti si-a pus macar pentru o secunda problema serios. adica, de ce nu? de ce sa ne imbolnavim trupurile si sufletele facand ceea ce facem in prezent, in stres si agitatie, in lumini de neoane si birouri imbacsite, in telefoane peste telefoane si mailuri peste mailuri cand totul poate fi atat de simplu? si atat de frumos.
eu parca m-as duce pe o insulă cand imi amintesc de plaja aceea din lido si cat de bine mi-a facut. si parca nu. cand ma gandesc ce as putea lasa in urma.
