*shrug*
when i become a grower, regardless of what Kyle thinks, I'm going to do it right, and yes that means running away and living in the middle of the woods. however, I can't really run away to the middle of the woods because this would make growing weed nearly impossible. How would you run the lights, or have a big enough well for all the water? how would you haul all the stuff in to build a house or even a shed, how would you dig out an underground room and brick it, cuz you couldn't pour it without people knowing, how. . . it just hurts my head. anyway, i do think it would work if i lived in a house like here at Nancys. I could live in the bottom half and grow in the top. or the bottom. or in a shed. me and Chance could live here and just put our cars in the garage all the time so no one could ever tell when we were here or not, so it'd look like we had jobs. i might have to get a job just so my parents don't freak out or something. i don't want to do this before school is over tho, bc theres no way i could ever concentrate long enough
acetiminaphen
Lmfao. The irony of that last sentence hurts too much. Nancy told me I have a problem with pride.
