So a conundrum f sorts came to mind the other night whilst smoking a spliff by myself. How do niggaz who don't smoke deal with a girlfriend who does? This directly relates to me so my curiosity ran rather deep and my mind wandered of course prompting this post.
In a relationship where both of you smoke, there are little intimate rituals the two of you share. It's a bonding thing. Long day of work, y'all both stressed out (perhaps sex is on the menu I dunno), somebody got weed somebody's gonna roll it, y'all gonna lay up in bed and share a moment. So naturally you have something in common, something you DO together.
I've never been with someone who didn't smoke weed. I don't know if that makes me strange or if it just means that most niggaz are smokers. Le shrug. So now I'm stuck between trying to peer pressure my king into becoming a stoner just for my sake (LOL), or trying to find out what the replacement for that little cute ritual is gonna be.
Yes we may both like Hennessy but lets not become alcoholics out here in these skreets. Either way I may have to et bak to you on this one. But please. Help me out. Tweet me what the solution to this problem should be and hashtag #TAB @416Jamz
The Articulate Bitch
Saturday 13 April 2013
Tuesday 2 April 2013
Kush Talk w/Jamz: Niggaz Don't Respect My Sleep
Bruh I'm bout tired as fuck! Girl like me so in love with sleep, lately I'm ready to give up my other vices just for an ounce of shuteye. I dunno what it is about me and sleep, but people really don't wanna see us happy together. Or so it seems.
It's been years since I can recall getting that real good, quality, deep, REM sleep. I hear some of you preaching that "better lifestyle" bullshit but you don't know my life. My schedule allows for later nights and a tad bit of sleeping in in the morning. For me, having a 1 am bed time is not only acceptable, but encouraged. My night owl lifestyle has made it so that I get most of my work done when most folks are drooling on their pillow cases. So the dark hours are still productive for me. While I can see the "benefit" or waking up early, I really don't have to. No early work outs, no dropping the kids off, no opening shift hours, no breakfast show to catch, no rush hour to rush to. No, my life is not easier, my schedule is just different, pushed back a couple hours.
As in most areas of my life, there is a certain liberty people take when dealing with me because they know I am generally inclined to say yes to most requests. So when it comes time for me to sleep, and my phone starts bumpin', I'm torn between responding to people who have either slept the daylight hours away or those who have punched their clocks and are embracing freedom from their daily slavery, and sleep. While it's easy to say "just put your phone on silent" or "turn your phone off" (which is just SO unreasonable), it's not that simple. Certain people are allowed to have unlimited access to me, which is why my phone is always so close at hand. I can't blame my phone for interrupting my sleep, because in all honesty it doesn't ring very often. The most frequent occurrence on my phone is a twitter notification. So let's not go placing blame on technology.
In years long past, I was honestly losing sleep to sex. Scouts honour, me and my ex spent far too much time doing the horizontal tango. My "eager to please" libra personality had me allowing this guy to rouse me from sleep for nookie regardless of what ya girl had to do in the morning. Two job shawty, getting no sleep, and this nigga always wondering why I was so moody. I love sex just as much, if not more than the next person, but I LOVE SLEEP MORE. I'd much rather be pent up, sexually frustrated and well rested than fucked senseless and late for work everyday, losing money. Fuck that!
I've also had terrible luck with neighbours in my life. Before I moved out of the hood, I had some dude break in the spot while I was sleeping one day. Got in the apartment, opened my bedroom door and turned on the lights (very inconsiderate of him, I know). I'm a pretty light sleeper so I jumped out of my sleep and spun around to see who was at the door. Dude panicked and ran out the crib so fast I didn't have a chance to grab the knife from under my pillow. Could have been much worse, I know. I'm just thankful it wasn't. When I moved downtown, we had this huge chick who lived above us. Bitch sounded like she was swan diving off the furniture every single day. It wasn't any better that we lived in a store-top spot above a dry cleaner, who regularly ran that little train track-esque system the clothes be on. It sounded like we lived on top of the Yonge subway line. One more move and we had the misfortune to live under a possibly schizophrenic meth head tranny. Those of my homies who came to visit know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. Dude would be up there yelling profanities, throwing himself into walls, breaking glass, and often strutting sloppily around in heels. Despite multiple complaints to the superintendent, no one called the cops.
In the many moves, many room mates and house mates, boyfriends and family members, there has always been a snorer. My dad, both my exes, my best friend and even my king ALL snore. These niggaz always sawing logs and calling home the hogs when it's time for lights out. Snoring bothers me less now (although some people snore like they might lose their life during the night), because I've become accustomed to it now, but the crazy sleepers I just can't get with. Jamaicans would say you "sleep bad", for folks like these. They sleep like they're fighting someone in their sleep. They kick you, roll on top of you, throw bows, talk in their sleep, the whole nine. I. Will. Not. I might love you to death. I don't care. You will sleep on the floor. Deadass.
I love sleep. I miss sleep. But it seems I am destined for sleepless nights and thousands of dollars lost to cosmetics dedicated to dark circles. I'm gonna take a vacation alone just so I can sleep uninterrupted for three days..... Mmmmmmm... Sleeeeeeeeep....
The Articulate Bitch
It's been years since I can recall getting that real good, quality, deep, REM sleep. I hear some of you preaching that "better lifestyle" bullshit but you don't know my life. My schedule allows for later nights and a tad bit of sleeping in in the morning. For me, having a 1 am bed time is not only acceptable, but encouraged. My night owl lifestyle has made it so that I get most of my work done when most folks are drooling on their pillow cases. So the dark hours are still productive for me. While I can see the "benefit" or waking up early, I really don't have to. No early work outs, no dropping the kids off, no opening shift hours, no breakfast show to catch, no rush hour to rush to. No, my life is not easier, my schedule is just different, pushed back a couple hours.
As in most areas of my life, there is a certain liberty people take when dealing with me because they know I am generally inclined to say yes to most requests. So when it comes time for me to sleep, and my phone starts bumpin', I'm torn between responding to people who have either slept the daylight hours away or those who have punched their clocks and are embracing freedom from their daily slavery, and sleep. While it's easy to say "just put your phone on silent" or "turn your phone off" (which is just SO unreasonable), it's not that simple. Certain people are allowed to have unlimited access to me, which is why my phone is always so close at hand. I can't blame my phone for interrupting my sleep, because in all honesty it doesn't ring very often. The most frequent occurrence on my phone is a twitter notification. So let's not go placing blame on technology.
In years long past, I was honestly losing sleep to sex. Scouts honour, me and my ex spent far too much time doing the horizontal tango. My "eager to please" libra personality had me allowing this guy to rouse me from sleep for nookie regardless of what ya girl had to do in the morning. Two job shawty, getting no sleep, and this nigga always wondering why I was so moody. I love sex just as much, if not more than the next person, but I LOVE SLEEP MORE. I'd much rather be pent up, sexually frustrated and well rested than fucked senseless and late for work everyday, losing money. Fuck that!
I've also had terrible luck with neighbours in my life. Before I moved out of the hood, I had some dude break in the spot while I was sleeping one day. Got in the apartment, opened my bedroom door and turned on the lights (very inconsiderate of him, I know). I'm a pretty light sleeper so I jumped out of my sleep and spun around to see who was at the door. Dude panicked and ran out the crib so fast I didn't have a chance to grab the knife from under my pillow. Could have been much worse, I know. I'm just thankful it wasn't. When I moved downtown, we had this huge chick who lived above us. Bitch sounded like she was swan diving off the furniture every single day. It wasn't any better that we lived in a store-top spot above a dry cleaner, who regularly ran that little train track-esque system the clothes be on. It sounded like we lived on top of the Yonge subway line. One more move and we had the misfortune to live under a possibly schizophrenic meth head tranny. Those of my homies who came to visit know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. Dude would be up there yelling profanities, throwing himself into walls, breaking glass, and often strutting sloppily around in heels. Despite multiple complaints to the superintendent, no one called the cops.
In the many moves, many room mates and house mates, boyfriends and family members, there has always been a snorer. My dad, both my exes, my best friend and even my king ALL snore. These niggaz always sawing logs and calling home the hogs when it's time for lights out. Snoring bothers me less now (although some people snore like they might lose their life during the night), because I've become accustomed to it now, but the crazy sleepers I just can't get with. Jamaicans would say you "sleep bad", for folks like these. They sleep like they're fighting someone in their sleep. They kick you, roll on top of you, throw bows, talk in their sleep, the whole nine. I. Will. Not. I might love you to death. I don't care. You will sleep on the floor. Deadass.
I love sleep. I miss sleep. But it seems I am destined for sleepless nights and thousands of dollars lost to cosmetics dedicated to dark circles. I'm gonna take a vacation alone just so I can sleep uninterrupted for three days..... Mmmmmmm... Sleeeeeeeeep....
The Articulate Bitch
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