Black Doggerel

I love local kids who gather in groups on patches of rough ground to smoke weed. I love them for many reasons: if they're smoking weed and not drinking, they're going to leave the ground littered with butts and bits of card instead of fucking broken glass; it may look untidy but it's biodegradable and not likely to have me rushing to the vet's to get my dogs stitched up. Another advantage over drinking is that instead of charging around yelling, fighting and setting people's cars on fire (which used to be a popular pastime on this estate), they're just going to sit around giggling like idiots. Again, untidy and unsightly, but basically harmless.

But the biggest reason I love them today is that the ones who were smoking on my dog walk route last night left their bag of weed behind. There's not a lot left in it, but since I hardly ever have any these days it's plenty for me. Weed + Farscape = JOY.

Ow. Spike bites are usually crushing bruising injuries without breaking the skin, on account of his blunted teeth, but I guess he caught my thumb with one of the sharp edges. Bleeding like a very bleedy thing and hurts to type.

I wonder how many repetitions of "squeal like a scalded pig and immediately become very boring" it will actually take to get him to be a bit more fucking careful? Four years on, he's only marginally better than the obnoxious mouthy puppy I adopted. I look down at my hands and I can see physical evidence of four different tuggy errors just from the past week.

I love that dog so fucking much :D

In other news, my neighbours are smoking weed again and I am fighting the urge to go knock on the door and beg them for some. If I had any money left I might knock and ask to buy enough for a joint (I never want more than that anyway) but I won't ask people for something for nothing, even if I thought they'd say yes - especially if I thought they'd say yes. I have my pride.

...maybe I'll go lie on the floor in the hallway at the bottom of their door and just take deep breaths...

what I really want to do right now is to smoke a lot of weed and watch Farscape all night.

but I can't, because I have no weed. And I'm not going to buy any either because it makes me too dozy the next day, and because it's way too dangerous to lean on drugs in times of stress. If I caught myself doing that I'd have to never touch it again.

Fuck, I hate being grown up.

Just heard the first ice-cream van of the year!

Spring has started - it's official.

Also, Weed-Smoking Neighbour has given up on giving up weed and gave me a bit. Nice! :-D

I've pretty much given up smoking pot by default - it's not that I don't like it or don't want it, just that my weed-smoking neighbour's given up, my dog-park friend that used to sell it has moved away, and I don't want it badly enough or have enough spare money to go hunting for someone new to buy it from. It's simpler just to do without, and it makes me eat too much and get nothing done (even more than usual) anyway.

Back when I was a homeless junkie, I kept my tobacco habit going by recycling other people's dropped butts - the desperation of those days is happily long gone, but the eagle eye that can tell a dropped joint from a roll-up at twenty paces will never quite leave me. And if people are going to drop half-smoked joints on the pavement outside the house, I will unashamedly pick them up and finish them off. I'm not as clean-living as all that.

All this is a very long-winded way of explaining why I can't seem to get awake today. I never seem to remember that I have a naturally low tolerance for stuff in the first place, and the fact that I've hardly smoked any in the last year or so makes the tolerance even lower. However, I really didn't expect yesterday's half-joint to knock me quite this far sideways.

*yawn*

I may just go lie down again and watch more Farscape...

In other news, I keep meaning to go back to Paradise and have lots of anonymous sex in the back room so I'll have something dirty (and not in the dog puke sense) to write about. It's not that I've not been having sex - I've been having fabulous sex - it's just that it's all been with a real non-anonymous person who has a lot of friends and acquaintances on my f-list. Combine that with the real emotional attachment I have for him and that makes me highly disinclined to describe any of it in detail here.

So I was definitely planning to go have an adventure this week. I've got over the flu, I've got over the low-libido thing that was annoying me for a couple of weeks - and then the bloody hormones kicked in. So now I really am going to take my bloated crampy sleepy self back to the couch.

*yawns again*

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In other news, I spent yesterday in a bit of a vegetative state. I hardly ever smoke pot these days - can't really afford it, prefer not to use mind-altering chemicals regularly or often, spend too much time with people who don't smoke it - but I do enjoy the occasional one. Because it's not very often, it affects me very strongly now, and the half-joint I got from Weed-Smoking Neighbour pretty much rendered me incapable of anything other than watching Stargate with a silly grin on my face for the entire day.

Was fun though.