Alright. I know that I'm an ass. You all know that I'm an ass but seriously... This story is RIDDICKulous.

I thought that I was going crazy because I smoked out of my box with a friend of mine the night before and when I went to go look for said box the next day it was no where to be found. We looked everywhere! and there was nothing. I spent some time in the city with a boy last night and most of today wondering what the fuck because it's not exactly a good thing to loose when you live in your parent's house if you know what I mean. So this friend of mine rules and both dropped me off at the train station and picked me up today. When we got to my house again just a little bit ago I disappeared in the bathroom and came back to find her sitting on my computer laughing at a picture of one of our coolest friends. His name is Brett. She turns to me and said, "So I looked in the Chipolte bag just in case you may have just stuck it in there... and then I look and wonder at the same time, 'What could she have done with that damn box?' and then I look over and see peering out of your Kleenex box..."

at this point we both fall to hysterics and laugh gayly in joy as we revel in Margot's discovery of the missing paraphanalia. Apparently in a stoned haze i had decided that the inside of the Kleenex box would be a smart and safe stash place for the time being. It was a wondrous moment that had to be documented. We can all sleep well, now that Woody Jr. has been found.