#ohsofun

   So the past few weekends I've just been running away from home the entire weekend. I hang out with friends, I get high, and I mean I get really fucking high. Sometimes a little drunk. Its nice. To just like go off into my own world. Granted when I try to speak, the words that come out of my mouth are making no sense and everyone laughs, but I know what I'm trying to say at least. 

   The other night, I went downtown while high, and I was talking to this guy I have known since middle school. I fucking know his name, but I was so gone I called him the wrong one, over and over. I find it hilarious and I'm laughing as I type this. It may sound like I have a problem, and maybe I do. I'm enjoying the moment though. 

   This coming weekend, I'm doing it all again. Friday night, going to my boyfriends/other friends house. Probably going to smoke and going to drink. Then going downtown. Luckily this time we have a DD. Last time we didn't. Oops. I guess this is where hashtag yolo would come to play, right? I didn't die that time, so we're good. Haha. I barely made it home on Saturday night. Kids, never hot box then expect to be able to drive home. Red lights and green lights all start to look the same. 

   I have never giggled so much in my life though, still on Saturday night here folks. Sitting there eating chocolate cake with Erin, she looks at me and I, I can't believe I'm about to type this but I said. "OH MY GOD I HAVE TO POOP." So instantly we start laughing. I get up and...I may or may not have meow'd at her...but honestly I do not remember. I come out of the bathroom and Erin said..."DID YOU MEOW AT ME NIGGA? DO YOU HAVE A KITTEN IN YOUR POCKETS? WHERE DID THAT MEOW COME FROM?" I could not stop laughing I almost put my face in my ice cream from leaning into the table. I eventually whispered "I may have meow'd at you, but honestly I don't remember..." We just continue'd to laugh, nothing else mattered. We were just there, in pure laughter over something so simple. It felt great.