Lovely Simon Comes Over

A little pot, it'll help me sleep. Oh, cheeky smile, whatever it does. I don’t need anything to help me sleep, it’s the thing I do best. Big smile. 

It feels good that’s why we smoke it, let’s face it. And that’s the primary reason they won’t legalise it, because it makes people feel good. It is a part of the Fun Police’s agenda.

It's hot, isn’t it. I seem to have the sweats. I've been moving fan to fan. It’s not just me, it’s the heat. Fffyr.

I've got to work tomorrow. I had today off. At least, I was productive and just didn't look at internet porn all day. I wrote a bit.

My housemate's boyfriend Simon was over. He's nice, but he's an evil pot smoker. I'd stopped, but just these last couple of days. Good on big, handsome, blond, strapping Simon.

He is much more suited to me than Jack, if only he saw it.

Simon always asks me about my writing.

I’m nicely stoned.

Oh, lovely, handsome Simon. He is just about near perfect. No, really, what a gorgeous man. He is interesting, he is funny, he is good natured, he is always positive and in an up mood. And he brings pot with him when he comes over. He couldn’t be more perfect.

He really is just lovely. And Jack says he isn’t all that interested in him. I just can’t understand that.

I wish he was coming over to see me.

I’d take him off Jack in a heartbeat.

When the doorbell sounds, I can’t believe I begin to feel excited when I know he is coming. It’s like being a twenty years old again.