I got barely three sentences into this post before I started to really loathe it. I didn’t just hate it, I wanted to take a flamethrower to those three sentences and turn them to ash. I wanted to remove the words involved from the dictionary. I wanted to expunge those three sentences from the entirety of human consciousness.

I’m simply not that powerful, and I suppose I’m being hyperbolic again. But it’s a good point. Take the point, at least. I began rewriting this post because the direction it originally began to head was so outside the tracks that it was basically Thomas the Train off-roading.

Man, it seems like Friends can play for fucking ever. Was it really renewed for like sixty seasons? Because it feels like it, jesus. I mean, it’s not the worst show in the world, but I don’t get how people can seemingly watch it perpetually. All of the story arcs are pretty straightforward and once you’ve gone through it like twice it’s about as fresh as stale bread.

I can’t believe you can buy two ounces of reasonable weed for $90 these days. When I was a kid, a goddamn ounce was expensive as shit. I need to watch some reviews of the Magic Flight Launch Box. It’s really fuckin cheap, and it’s been around forever. Not only that, but it seems incredibly simple, and the simpler a device is the longer it typically lasts. Especially if you’re able to modify it yourself. Something as simple as the Magic Flight Launch Box is probably highly modifiable. I really should watch some review videos to see if it’s worthwhile. One thing I can say for sure is that the Pax 3 is a piece of crap. It was never good, and right now it literally doesn’t produce vapor despite being fully charged. It makes me sad. It wasn’t cheap. My OG Jams is a far superior device and it’s cheaper than the Pax 3. I don’t know why, but it seems like I’m always on the lookout for a new vape. I really do enjoy the ritual of it.

I really can’t stand the state of Indiana. I just hate everything about it. I hate the people. I hate the laws. I hate the things hoosiers love. I hate the fact that Indiana has a personal vendetta against people who enjoy cold beer or literally any other alcohol. Hell, weed is still very much illegal in Indiana, and I’m sure a lot of the reason for this stems from the fact that Indiana’s miserable ass is still churning and burning fentanyl deaths like it’s going out of style. It’s not an epidemic out there, it’s a fucking way of life. I guess I can understand it, though. I’d probably kill myself with fentanyl if I were permanently physically trapped in such a miserably shitty state.

It’s amusing to me, the folly of man. His machinations manifest his nightmares. Everything is corruptible. Everything is wrong.

Introduction

I feel like this blog post is a little important, given how much incorrect information is currently being carried by even “trusted” sources like Leafly. I’ve seen Leafly perpetuate information such as “It’s three to five times more potent than Delta-9 THC” or “Your tolerance for THC-O is not impacted by your tolerance for Delta-9”. Neither of these statements are true, however. But they’re happily spread across the internet in even “respected” weed journalism outlets. That said, I’ve had a few months to interact with this new cannabinoid, and I figured I’d outline some of my own personal discoveries regarding this clearly misunderstood chemical.

Apparently friends of James Rayl have some news to share. I cannot possibly fathom what news could be coming down regarding an already settled and clear-cut self defense case such as this. James Rayl has already been exposed as a threat. It’s already well documented that his ex’s father was merely responding to the threat he presented. There’s nothing more to this case, and the man is dead. Give it up already, Jesus fucking Christ. What more could possibly be said? He was mentally ill and obsessed, tried breaking into a private residence where he wasn’t welcome, breaking a court order restraining him from the property and people in question, where he was subsequently shot to death while attempting to break in as caught on video. It doesn’t get any clearer than that, and Rayl got what he deserved. Fuck off with your feelings that don’t matter, your son/brother/whatever he was to you is dead because he was a mentally ill and deeply disturbed loser. 100% deserved what came to him. Just drop it. Jesus.

Man, we’ve been watching a ton of 90 Day Fiance, and I have to say; Ed Brown, the guy that’s three and a half feet tall and fat without a neck, is a toxic piece of trash that has borderline personality disorder. It’s insane to see this short little turd of a person try and gaslight everyone who responds negatively to his toxic behavior. It’s insane. It’s not even enough for him to keep his toxicity in his own relationship with Liz, this little shit interjects in the stories of all the other couples with his toxic bullshit. It’s insane. I’m 100% certain the producers of the show know Ed Brown has borderline personality disorder, and that’s why they try to keep him in play as much as they do. Those borderlines stir shit like a Kitchenaid. No-neck Ed is no exception to this rule, and he stirs shit like no other.

I don’t know what it is, really. It’s true, though. No matter how you lean politically, or what you believe in, your education background- It’s universally true without regard to the audience in question. Journalism right now is the worst it’s ever been, objectively. It’s just absurd these days how far everyone leans politically, how everyone demands they have a voice that’s heard, and how absolutely goddamn stuck up everyone is. There are no risk takers anymore. No one dare question the status quo. Everyone just kowtows to the drum beat of their preferred drummer, but relentlessly and blindly following regardless. No one is original anymore. No one has a fucking original thought in their goddamn minds. It’s just absolutely absurd.