have you all written to your local MP's by the way? i had a big smoke then wrote an essay of an email to my local lib dem MP (it's either them or labour at the end of the day and labour sacked proff nuttt for speaking the truth about cannabis so they can fuck riiiiiiiiight off)
but yeah, sent him a realllly good email. i'm a stoner at heart, but a "schollar" in secret, bit of a know it all clever apnts i'm afraid, so made it very formal and propper. anyways, he knows for sure that he won't get my vote unless his party takes some decisions based on responsibility to the people they serve, as opposed to bickering over whether labour is telling porkies or not.
do it!
i would post a copy, but due to it's fantastimagical properties, i'd be afraid of it going onto the news for email of the millenia and getting bsuted
(no geunuinely, i get very paranoid about secrecy for good reason. my old flatmate was over again and decided to take a look at my grow, while i was talking to him about setting up his own, cus he really wants to, so he just plain opened the cab all windows and curtains open, light stream out so i jsut told him to get the fuck out of my flat and not to even contemplate growing)
and man, i'm feeling skank. don't want to drink, don't want to smoke. havn't wanted too all weekend
or eat now i think about it. havn'e eaten since saturady which was a single kfc burger which i threw up. yay