^ lmao, your mom sounds like my dad. I have to "ask" if I can do specific substances, and as long as he gives it his approval, it's alright. If I do it behind his back and he finds out, then I'm fucked. Of course, I'm not much of a drinker and prefer opiates, cannabis, MDxx substances, and various hallucinogens. It's pretty obvious if I'm dancing around with a grin from ear to ear, bumping Armin Van Buuren, and have pupils the size of biscuits, so I find it best to let it be known if I'm going to be doing such. The only time I get bitched at about drug use is if I roll too often or if I'm doing too many opiates...and to think, I'm 20 years old, I should be able to do what I want, right? Wrong! When you live w/ your parent(s) even past 18, they still believe they have complete control over you.
at the moment:
coming up on 40mg hydrocodone
75mg diphenhydramine, 12.5mg doxylamine succinate, and 30mg dextromethorphan(for potentiation)
REALLY want to smoke a bowl of this LA Confidential, but alas, my lighter is DEAD and the store is a couple miles away. It's either walk or ride my bike, so I'm going to wait until the hydrocodone has taken over before I go on that journey.
It's been a pretty good week drug-wise. MDMA twice(2 pills Tuesday afternoon, 4 pills Friday night, no more pills for a month, if not longer), hydrocodone everyday except Tuesday(didn't want to risk blunting the effects of the roll), alprazolam(2mg bars, thanks to dad being sympathetic towards my situation atm), and lots and lots of dank herb.
At least I've got some matches, as I'm dying for a cigarette and will need that motivation to get going to the store for a lighter. Almost four and a half mile round trip on foot/bicycle, just for a fucking lousy lighter. But hey, gotta do what you gotta do to get blazed, right?