Don't Hate... Medicate!

Deliman is married.  I mean, we're not COMPLETELY sure that he's married... but it's the only logical thing that makes sense (up to and including her coming home from deployment, moving in with him to the point where he had her FULL HEAD O' HAIR hanging inside his closet.) I haven't heard from him since I told him I wouldn't have sex with him... so then I had to start getting creative...and stop smoking so many sandwiches. 

Duff was stop one.  (I moved him to the absolute bottom of the go-to list after that time.)

I revisited Brazil for the second pick up, and luckily, Broham McGee was down here the third time and we picked up together from a guy he and Brosef sold to when I first moved to Sandy Eggo.

Then I met the Giant Seth Rogan.  (Skinny Seth... but with the jew fro and facial hair of fat Seth.)
I thought I had stumbled across something good here... Sofia has a long running night time relationship with his roommate and we all could go out together.  And then he asked me to hang out with him once alone, and he hasn't returned my texts since.  I fell asleep on his bed, and the only (semi) logical explanation I can come up with was that I was farting or talking in my sleep.  Though, I guess it's possible I did both. 

So in a moment of complete and utter frustration, when I was so tired of having my hook ups disappear (and they're dying off like fruit flies lately) I decided to start doing research about getting legal.  You know what I found out? I'm fucking retarded for not doing it earlier. 

I went Tuesday after work.  I spent 30 minutes trying to find the place (Siri was so confused!), filled out paperwork for three minutes, sat around for seven minutes, talked to a doctor for five minutes, and left completely legal.  It took me less time to get legal than it took for me to find the place...and it was all done within the first hour of getting off work. 

And as a little reminder that some things will never change: the first time I went to the dispensary...I got hit on.