Its not hot today... or even warm, but it does feel humid. "Feel" is the operative word because I just checked and I don't think the level of moisture in the air would be considered 'humid' by most standards. And I fully acknowledge that anyone from an actual humid area would, no doubt, double over with laughter at my whining and call me a wussie. But I'd be a sweaty wuss... one with 'a gentle glow' upon her face whenever she moved about, whining as she went.
uh oh... I'm sitting here with the window open in front of me and I just got a very faint whiff of what I think crack smells like; I've never been in the presence of someone smoking crack... I'm basing my guesses on the chemical smell and my intuitive instincts. There's just no where to go when using this drug except down. Its only a matter of time. It doesn't matter how strong a person thinks they are... they're going down unless they are physically removed from all access. And good luck with that one. The drug seems to be everywhere. If not crack, then meth.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
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I was shocked when I heard on the news that when they find a meth lab house that they condemn it, because the chemicals get into the walls, and everything else and it makes the house too dangerous to inhabit after that... That is mind boggling...
Hope your doper neighbors move soon... I can't imagine being subjected to them daily... It would drive me crazy...
I've always lived in the country or where I didn't have really close neighbors, I have some crazy neighbors now, but I don't think they are on any drugs... Though I feel they prehapes should be... (grin)
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