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Feb. 5th, 2006 @ 01:18 am
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Losing me... Slowly losing me...Current Mood:  crushed
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Feb. 4th, 2006 @ 11:17 pm
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Jan. 24th, 2006 @ 08:53 am
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Hey all!
So, for the first time lastnight, innocent little me decided to get high. Now, I wasn't pressured into it, wasn't offered it... I made up my own mind and decided "Hey, I wanna try it just to see what all the god damn hype is about." So, I got the pot, Bry got the pipe, and him and I had a little evening at home.
Honestly, it wasn't like I anticipated, but not in a bad way. I didn't get extremely giggly or hyper. It pretty much just really mellow'd me out and relaxed me, which is fine because I know it effects different people in different ways. I know I could honestly say that if I never did it again it wouldn't be a loss, but we still have some left and would do it again just to have fun and relax.
So, I thought I would make a post, dedicated to my first pot smoking expirience.
I have to finish getting ready now, you all have a great day!
kisses
-SeanCurrent Mood:  hungry
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Jan. 21st, 2006 @ 10:27 am
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My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown, But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing.
And yet I quickly might arrive Where my extended soul is fixt, But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see Two perfect loves, nor lets them close; Their union would her ruin be, And her tyrannic pow'r depose.
And therefore her decrees of steel Us as the distant poles have plac'd, (Though love's whole world on us doth wheel) Not by themselves to be embrac'd;
Unless the giddy heaven fall, And earth some new convulsion tear; And, us to join, the world should all Be cramp'd into a planisphere.
As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.
Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.Current Mood:  distressed
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Jan. 19th, 2006 @ 11:58 am
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