And now a brief glimpse into the stoned mind of ImInOverMyHead95:

My cousin greeted my arrival home from the cleanest version of hell with a dab he'd made with seven different waxes. I started seeing DNA strands on a black background with flashing purple and green dots. I looked at N and said without an ounce of humor intended "Are you sure there isn't acid in this stuff?"

So now I'm sitting here on the couch listening to "Breakeven" by The Script because it randomly popped up after a different song and reminiscing about how much of a teenage dipshit I really was at a time when people were telling me I was light years more mature than your typical teenage dipshit.

And to participate in today's holiday, my cousin and I both have serious munchie cravings for KFC mac and cheese. That shit is like the food equivalent of a beej.

This has been another glimpse into the stoned mind of ImInOverMyHead95.