Not gonna lie, had the best conversation about getting high with someone tonight. She said her ideal time would be to just get high and watch Murder She Wrote. Love, love, love her. To date my favorite memory of getting high was in some horrid studio apartment in Queens, eating Chips Ahoy Cookies and watching Oprah (with a dear, old friend).
Interesting note: before this whole "recession" the number one reason anyone from Lynn (at least) got a job at Marshalls, they don't do drug testing. Ha!
Because I got high . . .
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