...and I'm the biggest fucker in the world because I'm not participating in the catastrophe mode she feels this needs to be. She has this pathetic little bag of shake that I wouldn't smoke out of when I got home last nite. Just sort of shrugged, said no thanks, ate my dinner, watched Red Eye and went to bed.

Just now she was telling me that Bongo Boi hasn't come through. Again, I just shrugged. It is what it is. She gets on the martyr box and starts in on how she hasn't smoked anything today...but "it's probably good for me". Mr. Personality says "just not for anyone else"...meaning that her pissiness should be of biblical proportions before Bongo pulls through. She took it that I was fiending. Just heard the bedroom door slam. She pissed.

I have probably 20 stashes of weed around the house. Nothing really hidden. Hell, there's 4 pill bottles of bowl scrapings in her desk. Plus there are 10 joints, a pill bottle of shake and a pill bottle of resin in the night table. Not to mention a saucer with probably an 1/8 of resin next to the tv in our room. Plus I have 4 grams of hash. I'm not ready for the zombies, but I'm ready for when the pot runs out. None of these stashes are secrets. I'm just not bringing them up because in her typical lazy bitch way she refused to call Bongo Saturday night or Sunday morning...like normal...because "it's Easter". What the fuck? So she dicked around until after he went to work Sunday, and expected him to jump. Dude's got a real job and can't just jump during the week. Since she can't blame her own laziness, well, I must bear the brunt. No biggie, because in 2 weeks when it's time to order again I'll be able to say "remember what happened when you futzed around and ran out?". I can milk this for a year at least...on every other putting things off until 3 hours after the last minute project she gets on. Heck, I might even have clean clothes on Monday instead of having to rush around doing my own laundry because that 20 feet from the bed to the laundry room is just too far of a walk on Sundays when you're smoking from the moment you get up until the moment you go to bed. "I just didn't get any laundry done". And if I do it on Sunday I'm again the biggest dick in the world. You know...cuz "I was going to do that". Should've just gone fag so I could punch the fuck out my SO instead of having to play chickenshit games.

Think I'll smoke me some hash.