My girlfriend is such a sweet girl, and a knockout, but she is not great about thinking things through.
She is a free spirit, who lives in the spur of the moment, whereas I am more detail-oriented.
Combined, I think this gives us the best of both worlds, although that often means I have to fix problems caused by her flights of fancy. Last Friday she picked me up from work and whisked me away for a weekend on the beach, except that she didn’t pack toiletries, my clothes, or any cannabis for the trip. I would have preferred not having clothes to not have my marijuana supply, but I tried not to make a big deal out of it. I told her that the next morning she could go to Target and get me some clothes to wear, and I would walk to the nearest cannabis dispensary and get my medicine. I call it my medicine, but that’s an inside joke between us because I have never in my life used cannabis medicinally. I claim to have a sleep condition that requires daily cannabis intake for me to rest, but that isn’t true. I managed to convince my doctor of that so I could get the medical cannabis Rx card, but in truth I just love getting high every day. My girlfriend smokes too, but not on the level that I do – I will burn through a quarter ounce of OG Kush a week. I managed to find a nice little cannabis dispensary, and the rest of the weekend was marvelous.