i'm not proud to say this, but as we're growing right now i am so culturally influenced by the most taboo yet air-polutting human activity on earth- smoking.
okay guys i didn't do it.
yet.
well me and 2 friends of mine had been chatting up this topic in secret. and thankfully so is this blog- since saving up a word document on my laptop is not a 'safety' because people can read it and buying a diary is 'wasteful' because wherever i hide it i know my sister / family / whoever can find it.
we've been planning to hit up the more flavorful arabic ( sadly more cancer possible) smoke hose cousin of the stick , aka mr. S for shisha.
i just thought cigars were ick. cigarettes are just obvious but this we can do it together and private.
well i thought. since this blog is a record of my journey of teenage days i decide to keep it only here.
and to add another thought so this post isn't only speaking of what is probably going to happen:
how do you make a stalker go away? my friends told me the currently i-chose-not-to-say-his-name douchebag (who's annoying to everyone) said he's going to be that way ( being annoying to everyone) until he gets me. EH MA EW.
wait i know a good response i will write ' we FTW, on!' on paper then i will say to the douchebag to read the word backwards. it will read:
no, WTF ew.
i. am. a . genius.
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