I’m not proud of this because the bag of cookies should have been labeled but they were in her freezer. I was living with her for a few months and a friend of mine made them for me. Well. I stored them in the freezer in the basement behind a few things and had planned on getting them when I moved out. That was a month and a half ago. I honestly had forgotten about them.
Well. Her boyfriend just called me. Said something about being at the hospital and I was freaking out. Thinking to myself, “Is it a heart attack? Fuck. not today satan. Please no”. Nope. She’s just high. I sent her a text apologizing to my anti-marijuana and drugs mother but I guess I won’t be going over there for a while. I think this is the number one reason I moved out at this point. Not that weed is a daily part of my life any more but let’s just say I have more freedom now.