The Addicts' Lounge V. Peanut butter and marijuana sandwiches
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number 9
time for some mad ex sex
I hate it when people spew pseudo-intellectual bullshit about drugs instead of going out and learning some neurochemistry.
[editline]9th June 2013[/editline]
Has anyone here ever used [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HU-211]HU-211[/url]? It sounds pretty interesting, acting as an NDMA antagonist instead of a cannaboid agonist.
[QUOTE=Memnoth;40960360]Life is a constant state of the now, don't waste it on indecision, liberation comes through celebration.[/QUOTE]
I really don't get what people mean when they say they cannot understand you. To me you make perfect sense, every time I read what you have to say, I usually get Terence McKenna or Alan Watts in my head for some reason :v: It's always so unique.
Came home from work, took a few rips and going to chill. Got the next few days off.
that feeling of shooting love yoghurt all over your ex's stomach
So are you liveposting your sexual exploits to everyone in this thread or
been drinking. had a doubleshot of 90 proof rum. had a nice weekend in panama city.
[QUOTE=cheetahben;40965477]So are you liveposting your sexual exploits to everyone in this thread or[/QUOTE]
i'm currently boiling the kettle and i've got a spoon
guess what im up to ;))))
I miss the good ole days where I could just sit in front of my pc and not have to worry about fucking everything up further than it already is, unlike now where i almost never get a moments peace, and constantly worry about dealing with my parents, especially my conservative as fuck dad who wants me to be someone I'm not. Mother found out I'd been sampling her goods, and now she doesn't trust me either, like fucking nearly everyone else i know. I'm tired of this life and don't know what to do anymore.
[QUOTE=Mindfuck 2;40962922]I can't take this.
Living with this woman is too much for me. I just can't bear this.
She keeps telling me that I am such a disappointed, then she saiys she does this all out oflove to me. Why would you do this to anyone you really loved. Telling that you are a disgrace, you are ruining your life with weed and calling you a lying fucking asshole?
I asked her to give me some peace at least for today, but she also shits on that. She came into my room, asking me what I wrote to my friends and asking what they told me. Not leaving me alone when I told her that thats a private thing I'd rather not talk about with her.
Later she came in asking me if I'd rather live with my dad. To be honest I'd really rather live with him, but that's not so easy. Also telling her that... wouldn't feel right. She kept shouting "DO YOU?! I CAN PACK YOUR BAGS RIGHT NOW AND DRIVE TO HIS PLACE! DO YOU?!" She did that for so long till I finally burst out into tears and told her to stuff it (to put it nicely) and give me the peace I sincierly begged her for multiple times before.
I am not alowed to leave the house for at least 3 weeks till graduation ball. To be honest I don't want to go there. Especially not with her. I don't even like one person from my school. Not one. The only one, my best friend, that I like left school a long time ago. And I also doubt that I am alowed to leave the house after that. Knowing not to see anyone else but her and my sister for such a long time is... unsettling. I just hope she allows me to have a friend over some time. I just can't take this on my own. I just can't.
She also knew the names of my dealers, and that I gave a friend a 10er I had picked up for him. She couldn't have possibly known this. She must have either put surveilance on my ass as well, like my best friend's parents did, or she had access to either my facebook or mobile text messages.
I need distance to that woman. Direly.
Being in my house feels like being back in elemantary. The worst time of my life. Everyday I would have this uneasy, anxious feeling to go there, because of my teacher. What she did to me. Did to all boys in my class was... torture. Mental fucking torture.
Same as what my mum's doing. Weed isn't harming me. She is.
I don't feel good.[/QUOTE]
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[QUOTE=Rolond Returns;40965555]I miss the good ole days where I could just sit in front of my pc and not have to worry about fucking everything up further than it already is, unlike now where i almost never get a moments peace, and constantly worry about dealing with my parents, especially my conservative as fuck dad who wants me to be someone I'm not. Mother found out I'd been sampling her goods, and now she doesn't trust me either, like fucking nearly everyone else i know. I'm tired of this life and don't know what to do anymore.[/QUOTE]
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Some slag was giving me a hand job tonight.
"You're really good at this," I said, "what's your secret?"
"Years of practice," she giggled.
"You've done this to loads of guys then? I asked.
"No" came the reply, "my name used to be Derek."
my uncle owes me and eighth and he's avoiding giving it to me and its blowing the fuck out of me
[QUOTE=geogzm;40964935]time for some mad ex sex[/QUOTE]
I think I'll be getting mine in August when she gets back.
Friend broke the Kraken, bought me a new one.
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[QUOTE=Insulator;40963346]I need to find a girlfriend who tokes. I love smoking out a girl, unless they're the batshit crazy hyper kind. My buddy and his girl come home every night from work and smoke a bowl and play some video games. I want that.[/QUOTE]
My girlfriend smokes with me; I love it because our Valentines day plans were to get a bunch of snacks, make a nest on her floor, smoke, and watch Doctor Who all day.
My friend's twin sister smokes. He started before she did, but she started smoking because she was going through several rounds of chemo to clear up her lymphoma, and her mom (who is a nurse) bought it for her.
She has to keep it on the hush-hush from her parents now that she's cancer-free, but she still smokes up with us from time to time.
Seems being a stoner means that you always have munch in a near by drawer. I seem have cheetos, chocolate, and cashews here.
Broke my toe at the skate park and now my dealer can't help me out. Looks like I'll just have to suffer for the night.
coffee on coffee... that work binge
I don't even know where to begin. So I just got some awful and hopefully contextually bad news from the worst kind of source. I'm shaking with rage and crushing sadness right now.
I originally didn't want to go into details, however I need to write this down I think.
Everything I thought I knew to be true about my friends at University, the people I drank, studied, bonding with and shaped me into who I am now. They all lied and/ or forgot about me when it came to the biggest, and in some cases final event I might ever see them at. They told me they weren't going to it; they were adamant that they weren't going to. Weeks in advance while tickets were on sale I asked everyone of my closest friends there, the people I considered my best friends etched in my memory for my Uni saga.
They lied or they just forgot to even ask me. They forgot about me; I'm telling myself that because it's probably the case but even if it is. Do I really mean that little that they just forgot and didn't even bother to ask me, invite me or tell me if they changed there minds.
It's too late now, the event happened two days ago. Seeing all the pictures and words on Facebook of all fucking places, and it's breaking my damn heart.
I know it probably seems incredibly silly, or minor, or even vague and confusing because of the details I'm trying to omit for privacy sake. But these people really mean the world to me and the times we've shared and the experiences that I've been through because they gave me the push. How could they have just forgotten me.
I don't understand I really don't. I lived with some of these people for 2 years and have been through so much yet it seems like I don't warrant any consideration or worth when it comes to the moments that matter.
Since I've been home I've met a new group of people and friends through an old friend. And these guys have taken me in with such open arms into this group that we have built a rapport individually and as a group as if I'd known these guys for 10 years. They try to include me in virtually everything and anything going on, and are always up for a good time, a joint or just a chat and a beer.
Maybe everything I thought I knew about the friends I have at Uni was wrong. But then where do I really stand then? Who are these people to me? I feel like I am missing some crucial things to frame the context of how I feel which might help you guys better get where I am trying to come from; this isn't that big a deal I get that, but the underlying "issue" is what is getting me down. Not being there was bad, but feeling like they just forgot about me for something this monumental has left me kinda numb and upset to say the least.
Gonna see if I can grab a nug of a mate on his way to work. Need to smoke. Even in a bad mood, smoking always puts me into a zen state where I can better understand or quell negative feelings. Works for my PTSD, should fucking blow this out the water. Until I see them all next, whenever that might be.
I know this isn't the depression thread in General whatever page that's dropped to, and that it is only vaguely drug related. But of all the places on Facepunch, you guys are the best in my opinion. DD is a real brotherhood the vast majority of the time and as a fellow toker I just wanted to say. I need a fucking spliff and some pizza right now.
[QUOTE=XanKrieger;40968406]I don't even know where to begin. So I just got some awful and hopefully contextually bad news from the worst kind of source. I'm shaking with rage and crushing sadness right now.
I originally didn't want to go into details, however I need to write this down I think.
Everything I thought I knew to be true about my friends at University, the people I drank, studied, bonding with and shaped me into who I am now. They all lied and/ or forgot about me when it came to the biggest, and in some cases final event I might ever see them at. They told me they weren't going to it; they were adamant that they weren't going to. Weeks in advance while tickets were on sale I asked everyone of my closest friends there, the people I considered my best friends etched in my memory for my Uni saga.
They lied or they just forgot to even ask me. They forgot about me; I'm telling myself that because it's probably the case but even if it is. Do I really mean that little that they just forgot and didn't even bother to ask me, invite me or tell me if they changed there minds.
It's too late now, the event happened two days ago. Seeing all the pictures and words on Facebook of all fucking places, and it's breaking my damn heart.
I know it probably seems incredibly silly, or minor, or even vague and confusing because of the details I'm trying to omit for privacy sake. But these people really mean the world to me and the times we've shared and the experiences that I've been through because they gave me the push. How could they have just forgotten me.
I don't understand I really don't. I lived with some of these people for 2 years and have been through so much yet it seems like I don't warrant any consideration or worth when it comes to the moments that matter.
Since I've been home I've met a new group of people and friends through an old friend. And these guys have taken me in with such open arms into this group that we have built a rapport individually and as a group as if I'd known these guys for 10 years. They try to include me in virtually everything and anything going on, and are always up for a good time, a joint or just a chat and a beer.
Maybe everything I thought I knew about the friends I have at Uni was wrong. But then where do I really stand then? Who are these people to me? I feel like I am missing some crucial things to frame the context of how I feel which might help you guys better get where I am trying to come from; this isn't that big a deal I get that, but the underlying "issue" is what is getting me down. Not being there was bad, but feeling like they just forgot about me for something this monumental has left me kinda numb and upset to say the least.
Gonna see if I can grab a nug of a mate on his way to work. Need to smoke. Even in a bad mood, smoking always puts me into a zen state where I can better understand or quell negative feelings. Works for my PTSD, should fucking blow this out the water. Until I see them all next, whenever that might be.
I know this isn't the depression thread in General whatever page that's dropped to, and that it is only vaguely drug related. But of all the places on Facepunch, you guys are the best in my opinion. DD is a real brotherhood the vast majority of the time and as a fellow toker I just wanted to say. I need a fucking spliff and some pizza right now.[/QUOTE]
The kids I grew up with in my hometown, did the same damn thing. I mean it was a long time ago, 6th grade or so that it became like I was the weird kid on the street that no one wanted to hang out with.
I moved not to long after and met the kids that I am best friends with now, looking back at the old friends, fuck em'.
It's weird to think that people you really liked might not be around or care about you forever. If the people you are around now really want to be your friend, fuck yeah! I'm not saying you're mistaken for feeling upset. I used to have school plays n shit, my parents never came to them. It's not the same but it still sucked.
Keep your head up, if your not old or dying, then there is all the time in your life to find people you like and build relationships.
Also I got weed, smells like lemons and is dank, now my broken toe don't hurt no more!
[QUOTE=mikerocks;40968557]The kids I grew up with in my hometown, did the same damn thing. I mean it was a long time ago, 6th grade or so that it became like I was the weird kid on the street that no one wanted to hang out with.
I moved not to long after and met the kids that I am best friends with now, looking back at the old friends, fuck em'.
It's weird to think that people you really liked might not be around or care about you forever. If the people you are around now really want to be your friend, fuck yeah! I'm not saying you're mistaken for feeling upset. I used to have school plays n shit, my parents never came to them. It's not the same but it still sucked.
Keep your head up, if your not old or dying, then there is all the time in your life to find people you like and build relationships.
Also I got weed, smells like lemons and is dank, now my broken toe don't hurt no more![/QUOTE]
Yeah. Not like I haven't been forgotten before. But this particular event I thought at least would warrant an interest. Goes to show what 100 miles and a few months will do toward how quickly some people can lose touch and outright forget someone exists. Never experienced this before honestly; not with people I cared about and considered close friends worth a fuss.
O yeah. I vastly appreciate the friends I've met this year. And they are already planning visits and the like when I move back to Bournemouth. They also happen to be the first group with a full group dynamic concerning drugs that I've ever been involved with. Some seriously chill guys and great fun to be around.
True. Just hurts right now; knowing two days ago I could have been in those photos and shared that fun.
Lucky bastard :v: Not had dank in months. No word on that nug yet. But feeling a tad better for having told someone what's going on.
Has anyone here tried 6-APB? Friend of mine has some, and I'm wondering if I should try it.
[QUOTE=XanKrieger;40968619]Yeah. Not like I haven't been forgotten before. But this particular event I thought at least would warrant an interest. Goes to show what 100 miles and a few months will do toward how quickly some people can lose touch and outright forget someone exists. Never experienced this before honestly; not with people I cared about and considered close friends worth a fuss.
O yeah. I vastly appreciate the friends I've met this year. And they are already planning visits and the like when I move back to Bournemouth. They also happen to be the first group with a full group dynamic concerning drugs that I've ever been involved with. Some seriously chill guys and great fun to be around.
True. Just hurts right now; knowing two days ago I could have been in those photos and shared that fun.
Lucky bastard :v: Not had dank in months. No word on that nug yet. But feeling a tad better for having told someone what's going on.[/QUOTE]
Lol the my dealer is a friend from 9th grade who lived down the street. Back then we didn't smoke and he moved half way through the school year because he was adopted and found his real mom.
Sent me a facebook message and was now he is my dealer. Maybe one day they'll come back and say "hey! oh ya sorry about that thing i didn't go too, wanna be friends again and maybe buy weed from me?"
So last night was... incredible.
My friend and I started off doing 2.5 tabs each and had a fucking blast - the ceiling of The Imaginarium turned into... I don't fucking know, a liquid surface. It was fantastic. Visuals were incredibly intense.
Then just after two hours in (we kept a journal - it was two hours in actual time, but in trip-time it could have been weeks or longer for all I know) my friend decided we should take the remaining acid (further 2.5 tabs each). I put up a fight for a while, but he was being a persistent bastard and I wasn't going to let him go that far into a trip alone, so eventually I decided just to roll with it and we dropped the remaining acid.
Then about an hour later (so three hours in at this point) I lost my fucking mind. Like went properly, honest to god insane for a while. Had a huge fucking freak-out. I had this really nasty feeling in my tummy at one point and I was worried that I had to admit to something or come to terms with something and I wound up re-confronting all of the insecurities I had growing up from being a kid. I was unhappy with myself as a child, people bullied me at school all of the time, called me names, I had a shitty self-image, I hated the way I looked, I hated that I was mentally a weak person and unable to stand up for myself. I went back and reconfronted all of that. I used to worry that maybe I was gay because I wasn't really too interested in girls (which was really just because I had such shitty self-worth that I didn't see the point in pursuing girls because I didn't ever feel like somebody would love me). I went back and confronted that too. And nowadays I worry that I'm TOO strong willed (I'm a very confident, stubborn, driven person nowadays - a lot different than when I was a child), that maybe I'm a bit of a control freak, and I had a good hard long thing about that too.
I was so stressed out during this whole ordeal. I was utterly convinced that I had to realise something important about myself to make the uneasiness in my tummy go away, and that if I didn't it'd consume me and kill me and that the entire universe would just collapse in on me. I felt like some eternal abyss (it 'felt' like a black hole) was approaching from behind my head and I had to work some issue (or issues) out about myself before it reached me or it'd mark the end. And after I confronted all of those issues... the feeling still didn't go away. The void was still approaching. The universe started receding into a point and I was going to die. I was so fucking out of it I was utterly convinced the universe was ending.
... then I farted. I farted and all of a sudden my tummy felt better (derp). It was the most stressful fart I've taken in my entire life.
For a while I also freaked out hugely about some other stuff, but I'm done with typing for now! Maybe another time I'll go into all of that shit (that's a whole other universe of worries).
Five tabs showed me some crazy shit and made me have to re-confront two decades worth of old wounds in the space of like four hours, but fuck it was worth it. I woke up this morning (after only like... two hours of sleep) and I felt fucking fantastic. I feel so at peace with myself, the world is incredible and beautiful, and I'm so glad I have people around me like my family and friends. I feel so good today.
Anyone have any experience with ambien?
[QUOTE=luck_or_loss;40968971]Anyone have any experience with ambien?[/QUOTE]
We have an entire thread dedicated to the walrus.
i love me some ambien, its so silly
ive never gotten any hallucinations like most people i know make it sound like though, even at massive doses
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