I have anger management issues.
So do these people:
This is the header of daybreakservices.com. Now if I were to take any anger issue classes, it would definitely be with this company b/c I think these three are an excellent selling point. If these photos were flashcards and I was asked, "Kali, with whom do you identify most?", I would say the guy in the middle.
In the last two weeks, I have been told by three very different people that I should attend an Anger Management Class. Is it the ADD? Or is it me? Or is it me in NYC? Or is it
There was no fifth grade molestation so I can't blame it on that. My Dad was nothing like Lindsey Lohan's Dad, so I can't blame it on him. For now, I'll blame it on Barack Obama and his issues with NAFTA trade Agreement. Mexico will be angry. The idea of paying double for pickled jalapenos makes me angry. And quite frankly, I really don't like Canada. (Enough with the seal clubbing!)
A friend suggested that I start smoking pot. That should make me less angry. But the fact that I cannot openly buy it makes me angry. So I Googled:
And I was happy to find some great leads. One was a site called Legal Buds. Here's the picture that's on their home page:
I'm interested in the Blueberry but I am more concerned about the woman in the picture.
Are the breasts symbolizing "buds of ecstasy"? Did she mix it with ecstasy? Or is she simply bugging out? Will it act like an aphrodisiac? Or will it affect my nervous system like it has affected hers?
This is where the ADD and difficulty making decisions kicks in:
Do I simply purchase the smoking lamp oil and let it smoke up when the bulbs get hot? Would that be considered "healthy" second hand smoke?
Does the Dream smoke bring about Lucid Dreaming?
And what about the little volcano resembling a space craft? Do you smoke from it and then have hallucinations of abductions? That's too scary.
And what the hell is a Hotbox? Do I really need a toaster oven for weed?
Since when has smoking marijuana become so complicated? This decision making alone is making me angry.
What ever happened to the good 'ole dime bag?