I'm writing this because something happened to me, that somewhat shocked me, and I don't really feel like talking about it to anyone right now, but I do know that its necessary to atleast get it out. I've found out through experience that talking to myself feels slightly belittling, So I'll use GC as a vent. Who knows, it might actually entertain you... Let me start out by saying, I hate fucking winter, with its cold weather. Its pretty cool at first, i mean who doesn't like snow and what not, but these days I'm realizing that 17 degree weather makes going places fucking miserable. I got into my car and drove to this christmas party, while my thoughts and movements were paralyzed by the temperature (I hate how I can't function in the cold). hit up this one girls house, it was a christmas party, so naturally we were drinking champaigne and whiskey/eggknog. My bud meatball and I had burned a few bowls and throw in some booze and I was feeling pretty good. I gained a new wave of confidence, a sense of a hightened perspective of things. I love getting drunk and high and just reaching that state of utter bliss. I quickly found myself getting submerged in a drunken haze. No worries though, I ended up in the car of a girl Ive had my eyes on for a while, I was really getting the feeling she was in to me, things were good. Things went down when I got home this morning. I came home and my parents confronted me. My stomach started churning and my mind started racing. Whats wrong? Did they find my shit? Did one of my friends get in trouble? I hate hiding so many secrets from my parents, it makes things so much more nerveracking. They had found an empty pill bottle. It was fucking meatball's bottle. Meatball had fucked me. Oh don't worry he was nice enough to leave this small piece of evidence underneath the protection of my bed, withouth telling me. And it fucked me. So, after working my ass off all semester to get good grades so my parents would pay for me to go on a ski trip with my buddies. And of course, what do you know, they now might not pay for me. And seeing as how I'm broke as fuck and saving up so I can move out, paying myself would not be an option. Thanks for reading GC. Boring story, I know, I'm sorry. Maybe next time it will be better. I was going to throw in a paragraph about me robbing our local bank and then shooting 3 cops with a pistol before getting shot down and taken away, but I'm a lazy ass, and I thought this story was better, so that will have to be for another day.
There is always someone that has it worse than you. Getting a small stash of weed taking away from you by your parents is honestly not a big deal. It will blow over and you will be toking up with your friends in no time. ( keep your shit on your person ) unless your parents search you everyday you have nothing to worry about. Try just being honest with your parents always worked for my dad.
His buddy left an empty pill bottle under his bed his parents found it and they assume hes poppin pills. Pretty straightforward story I dunno how you missed what happened.
Well there were actually two bottles, one for viagra and one for date rape. It was an interesting night... and no i'm not gay... I was just experimenting, thats not gay.