i was in my room pretty baked and i was about to start doing some arts and crafts (arts and crafts may sound lame but i dont have cable in my room, my dvd player is sort of broken and i dont have a cd player). i had just enough time to smoke and no one to disturb me. my mom was at the house but she was trying to take a rest before she goes to work. im in the middle of smoking in my room when my mom starts screaming my name. i say "what?'' and she screams, "your fucking phone hasnt stopped ringing." she throws the phone up stares and it sounded like it smashed. i get out of my room and look at the cell phone. its not mine. she threw her own cell phone upstairs by accident. i can hear the ringing where i am so without checking if i smell or even closing my bedroom i run downstairs and grabbed my phone. it was in my coat pocket. i turn it off and hurry to my room. i dont even say anything to my mom. she didnt say anything about it after the incident. turns out it was my alarm on my phone set to go off and it was still downstairs. i was soooo fucking scared the whole time. i kept smoking after that. i started to care less about it.
I know that had to be a buzzkill. Yesterday right after i finished smoking a joint, my mom called me and told me she was on her way home. On her lunch break. I had to take a shower and try to sober up in 15min. It was terrible, but i ddnt get caught
i love to make jewelry. hemp jewelry.sometime i doodle. i came up with a mad pipe that i want to draw. maybe paint if im feeling jazzy.
Art is a way of uncaging a part of your mind that cant otherwise communicate. Especially when you feel jazzy