What sucks the most out all of this is running empty on bud. I still live at home. My car is out of commission and I am low on cash, like double digits low. And if I wanna leave the house at all I have to bum a ride from a friend or my sister which just makes me feel like a burden and zaps the fun out of shit even if they say 'its cool' a thousand times. Compounding this is that ever since my weed connects ran dry my stoner 'friends' have abandoned me. I guess thats what you get when you are always accommodating with people and always smoke kids up even if you are on your last few grams.
I know I need to find a new job. But I can't do that until I get a new car and of course I can't do that until I get a new job. I also can't start smoking again until I'm making more dough and I can't pickup weed without a new car. Very perplexing situation and it blows seriously. I haven't gone anywhere other than class, home or work for three weeks except once. It is a rut that I can't get out of and it seems as though circumstances are conspiring against me to keep it this way.
Man I miss the high school days when all the weed in creation was at my fingertips and all I had to do was ride the bus in the afternoon to buy an eighth of dank. Its not like that at all now. All of my fellow students live off campus so there's not an already established stoner infrastructure.
god I'm jonesing for ganj.