Wood paneling FTW!! I grew up in the beautiful '70s with wood paneling, a plaid couch, and rust-colored shag carpet. Awww yeah. And a mustard yellow kitchen. My mom and I found some old pictures of us in our living room in 1978, when we had just moved into our first brand new house that my parents actually owned, where we were the only people who had ever lived there. I was eight years old and in one of the pics I'm lying on the floor smelling the carpet. I thought that brand new synthetic smell meant that we were finally as cool as everybody else because we had wall-to-wall carpet, and it was brand new and we were the only people who had ever walked on it. For the first eight years of my life we lived in two different rental houses, both with hardwood floors, and I hated them because they were cold in the morning when you got out of bed. It's so funny how that shag carpet and wood paneling made me think my family had moved on up. Of course both my mom and I are wearing big bell-bottom jeans, and her hair is feathered back like Farrah.
I'll put another cover over the cab. I topped the big huge plant today but then the light went out (one way I fucked up is I set my timer backwards and the light is off during the day and on at night, and now I don't know what to do) so I can't see what's up with it. Anyway, I think I have a black sheet somewhere...I'm going to double-layer the sheets over the cab and maybe that will fix the light issue.
Honkey, aren't orange pistils genetic? I've smoked plenty of bud with orange hairs and no seeds.
By the way, I would just like to tell you that I just went to gymnastics stoned and managed to still do tree pose and arabesques on the beam. That myth about stoners being lazy, clumsy, and unmotivated is totally untrue. I love love love gymnastics. It's so ridiculously hard but it's sooooo much fun! Speaking of which, NASTIA OWNS!!!!!!! That is all.