Lonelygirl15

Did someone say she missed me? Outstanding!

I know how everyone's all into schoolgirls and all this, so here's a lovely picture fo' yo' ass:

Sick.

This girl goes by the name Watermelon, she got her name from selling melons (and pot cookies) on Wreck Beach, a nudie beach in Vancouver BC, I've been seeing her there for years. She has become somewhat of a celebrity in High Times magazine.

Her website,

http://www.melongirl.com/index.html

AutoPilate wrote:Did someone say she missed me? Outstanding!

Yes I missed you, you bastard...and I resent that it got to the point that I had to publicly admit it.


PS why are people who smoke pot always so enthusiastic about it? I just remember laying on the couch and making out with my dumb boyfriend..and eating fuit loops.

Do they just not know that there are waaay better drugs..or maybe they're just too high to find them? Her parents muct be so proud.

Pot is the only drug I have ever liked. I'd much rather get high than get drunk. I don't smoke much anymore though, mainly because I don't like the politics of buying it here, but in B.C. where buying it is casual, and it's the best in the world. Hell yea!

There is three things good about Seattle, the radio station KEXP, the music scene here, and the fact that it is only three hours away from Vancouver BC

hee he...you just haven't taken the right pills, dear.

I've rather enjoyed acid, although it's getting harder and harder to find. Frigging American public school system isn't producing the chemists it used to.

I prefer pot. I have done just about everything except heroin, peyote, meth, and... um... I am sure there are a few other fucked up things I haven't done... but pot had always been my favorite. I don't by it any more though. it's not worth my daughter. If it was legal,I would still smoke it. Until it become legal... I will continue to eat my xanax.

Wait... Wait... Shrooms were actually my favorite favorite... but uh... that's not one you can do on a daily basis... so yea POT

I've done way too much acid. I wonder what it did to me. And ketamine too...I think that probably fu*ked something up in there, considering I believed I was both a robot and a bee..and that I lived in a hamster cage..pine trees were in my head...I was made of rubber disks..etc.

I never got the chance to do K... but I heard it was fun. I always wanted to do peyote...

I would consider myself to be a former avid drug user...and K is the only thing that ever really got me out of my mind insanely high. I have a ridiculously high tolerance for pretty much everything (except pot..wtf?!) so I can't even imagine what the amount of K I did would do to a normal person. I would lock myself in my dorm room for 3 days with a few jars and not come out to eat or anything. I only came out wrapped in my orange down comforter to walk into the common area, tell everyone that I was a robot and then I went back in my room for another day or so (so I hear). Don't do drugs, children.

spaciegirlreturn wrote:I would consider myself to be a former avid drug user...and K is the only thing that ever really got me out of my mind insanely high. I have a ridiculously high tolerance for pretty much everything (except pot..wtf?!) so I can't even imagine what the amount of K I did would do to a normal person. I would lock myself in my dorm room for 3 days with a few jars and not come out to eat or anything. I only came out wrapped in my orange down comforter to walk into the common area, tell everyone that I was a robot and then I went back in my room for another day or so (so I hear). Don't do drugs, children.

I had a habit of talking to angels...

It used to be a tradition with me and my friends to do acid every Halloween, and one year we went down to Stenger's Farm and just layed in the grass and made various wannabe hippie comments about how we could feel the earth moving and such. We had no idea how much time had passed and when we finally walked home it was just as all these loud, giggling kids in costumes were heading out to get candy. Needless to say, it was pretty freaky at some points and hillariously funny at others.

heh...what a fun conversation to walk into in the morning

My psych teacher looked at me crazy when after talking about how he worked with a schitzophrenic patient who thought that there were faces talking to him in wood paneling, I peeped up saying, "But there are faces in the wood paneling"... I should have added that I had many conversations with them while on acid and shrooms.