Are Elephants really scared of mice?

Or is it just an urban legend?
Meeses, mices, mouses.


Yesterday, after being bollocked by my singing teacher for having "no voice", I decided it was time to give up the whole smoking thang... straights, rollies, spliffs, you name it.
It was the kick up the bum I needed to start my quitting.
I feel compelled to write to Mr.Green.. This blog started HIGHLY INTOXICATED on sunday night, hence the strange talk of mices and elephants. But it will finish sober.


Dear Weed,

It's been great, it really has. You've given me some really great times. And you smell and taste kinda great too, but unfortunately there comes a time where one has to put one's voice before a little green plant. Sure, you make me feel great at the time, but if I don't convince myself you're doing me wrong, I'll never put you down.

So the sock has been removed from my fire alarm, my ash-tray has been put away, and the baccy and papers are hidden from me.

You're still loved by thousands more people out there, you've just lost a fan.

There may be a time when I come back to you, when I feel like I can have you without "NEEDING" you. Perhaps we can just hang out at weekends? Or just once a month when I'm feeling stressed.
What I'm trying to say Weed, is that if you love me, help me by staying away from me. Don't contact me. Don't write on my wall or send a text. It won't help. Try not to hang around the places I hang, and don't knock on my door when you're in the area.

Of course, this won't be the last time we speak.
I'm sure in the distant future, when I'm a crack-whore mother of eight, with a husband called Butch, that I'll want you with me... but until then, let's just....not? Eh?

Yours Sincerely, Daisy Sober Morris



So that's it.. Done.
If I smoke tonight, it's because I have no will-power, I'm weak, useless and foolish.
But I won't smoke tonight!! I won't.
No more weed. No more.

Time to get a voice back.