Today, my mother and Tommy started asking me if I thought I needed to go to a rehab to make myself look better with the courts. I told them that I think that would make me look guilty, when I’m trying to show that the needles weren’t mine. If I go to rehab and say I have a drug problem, how can you expect them to believe me?

They tried to say that I’m addicted to marijuana and I should go for that. I told them that there’s a big difference between smoking pot and doing heroin. I smoke marijuana because it makes me feel better — It helps with my anxiety and my pain. They don’t see it that way – To them, it’s illegal and that’s the end of it. I told them that I could stop smoking, and Tommy told me that there was no way I could.

I asked him if he wanted to bet.
He said yes.
So I’m going to stop smoking pot.

I’m handing over what little marijuana I have and the last bowl I’ve got after the cops took all my other ones. If I stop smoking for 10 years, he’ll buy me a car. He said even if I have another car, he’ll still buy me one. But the bet “still goes on forever”. Afterward, I can’t just start up again. I think I’ve about had my limit of legal troubles in my life, and I don’t want to do anything that could bring more.

I can totally do this. November 1, 2020 I’m going to be the owner of a bitchin’ car.

It’s 4/20 and I’ve got more than a half ounce of the lovely sweet leaf. I’ve got my Cotton Mouth shirt, and if I can find it, a ‘Queen O’ the Green’ crown that I bought on St. Patricks Day to wear for 4/20. I thought I put it in my dresser drawer but I couldn’t find it when I looked. I’ll be really upset if I lost it. I was really going to wear it all day.

So far, I smoked at England, Holland, and my own 4/20 at midnight, as well as 12:20. I’ve got a goal to smoke at every :20 that I’m awake today, and at the rate I’m going, I’ll get to smoke at 1:20 as well. It’s only 30 minutes away. That’s it, though. I have to go to bed. I’m dozing off sitting up!

Hubby is coming over sometime around noon and the first order of business is blunts to the face. I think I’m going to live out the Sublime song, “Smoke Two Joints” if I can stretch the weed we have that far.

If you’re celebrating the holiday with me and the rest of the stoner population and have a webcam, drop by The Speak Easy, The Cyph, or The 420 GreenRoom and Stoners United to toke with us! I’ll be in and out throughout the day if I can get Internet somewhere.

My mother’s boyfriend walked into my room a couple of hours ago and said it smelled like ‘herb’. I tried telling him that we weren’t smoking in my room – It was just packed and sitting on my desk, but it’s real stinky. He threatened to call the police, kicked my Hubby out for the next two weeks, and told me to get all the ‘reefer and paraphernalia’ out of the house.

I gave Hubby his bowl and my bong to bring home with him, and hid the rest of my nugget and my new bowl in my lock box at the top of my closet. I’ve been smoking in my room for years and they haven’t noticed. Not to mention they’re the main source of my anxiety. I’m not going to completely get rid of everything. I’ll seriously lose my mind.

I used to be able to smoke in the house without a problem, and all of a sudden there was a problem with it. I don’t understand why. The rule changes whenever it’s convenient, too. First, I wasn’t allowed to smoke in the house. Now, apparently marijuana is not allowed in the house period, and neither are bowls or anything like that. I wonder what would happen if I actually had a prescription for the stuff…

Are you allowed to smoke in your house? Have you ever been caught? What happened/What did you do?