I throw up in my mouth a little every time someone mentions plugging marijuana.
Not your fault, baker, it's involuntary. That shit just does not sound right to me.
High as shit, runnin' low on the gumbo but just got a new script of xanax. ::sigh::
Pretty sure I'm addicted to Xanax. Physically, I was for sure but I just, and I mean just got over a light 5 day w/d some time yesterday, and then the plug comes through like "ay I got those for you, sorry it took so long"
I had been telling myself since I started detoxing Friday evening that I just was gonna muscle/drink/smoke through the w/d and did, but then when it was literally right there at my door I just couldn't resist taking the bottle despite the fact that I'm pretty much back to baseline after withdrawing for the past several days. Didn't NEED 'em, just WANTED 'em after nearly a week of telling myself I don't.
.....Yeeeeep. Addiction 101.
So how y'all doin'? That's why I haven't posted much the past week, just been trying to keep my mind focused on little things so as not to invite a rebound anxiety panic attack while I went cold turkey off my little binge.
In other news, I'm a mother fuckin' Uncle, man. My brother's baby girl was born last week, and that celebration is what kicked me right off of my responsible, moderate use and into full-blown binge. Proud as fuck, though, and she was born on the other coast so it wasn't like I needed to be sober to go see her or anything (yet), so I justified it by just celebratin' the shit out of that little girl's birth and then..... 23 bars later, here we are. heh.
But yeah, yo, I'm proud as shit on that note.
Not your fault, baker, it's involuntary. That shit just does not sound right to me.
High as shit, runnin' low on the gumbo but just got a new script of xanax. ::sigh::
Pretty sure I'm addicted to Xanax. Physically, I was for sure but I just, and I mean just got over a light 5 day w/d some time yesterday, and then the plug comes through like "ay I got those for you, sorry it took so long"
I had been telling myself since I started detoxing Friday evening that I just was gonna muscle/drink/smoke through the w/d and did, but then when it was literally right there at my door I just couldn't resist taking the bottle despite the fact that I'm pretty much back to baseline after withdrawing for the past several days. Didn't NEED 'em, just WANTED 'em after nearly a week of telling myself I don't.
.....Yeeeeep. Addiction 101.

So how y'all doin'? That's why I haven't posted much the past week, just been trying to keep my mind focused on little things so as not to invite a rebound anxiety panic attack while I went cold turkey off my little binge.
In other news, I'm a mother fuckin' Uncle, man. My brother's baby girl was born last week, and that celebration is what kicked me right off of my responsible, moderate use and into full-blown binge. Proud as fuck, though, and she was born on the other coast so it wasn't like I needed to be sober to go see her or anything (yet), so I justified it by just celebratin' the shit out of that little girl's birth and then..... 23 bars later, here we are. heh.
But yeah, yo, I'm proud as shit on that note.

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