Those look like some fucking damn good carrots. I want a carrot for breakfast.
I have a month of clean time from opiates today, and I have a date with a foxy blonde chick tonight. I don't know how I got this to happen, as I am pretty clueless, high as a kite on weed + psychs, and stupid in general. She is a friend from work, and I am quite excited to get to know her better. I haven't been on a date since the early summer, and I don't know what I am doing. I am just going to smoke some dank, not worry about shit, and we are going to a cute old fashioned style stone restaurant / pub that is just outside of town for dinner and drinks. How romantic... I have been so stoned on good outdoor all the time and on psychs pretty frequently still, that I don't know up from down but I somehow got her attention, it seems. I am glad my new friend reminded my yesterday, to remember to plan that date (she asked me out... it has to do with how the two of them chicks from work talk to each other about me). I think... I don't know whis going on anymore.All I know, is that I am enjoying every breath of fresh air because I should not even be here to experience it. That dope nearly killed me so many times, but I did not have that in mind, and if I did, it would have been a fantasy at the time.