Again, the problem lies in finding someone to take the pics, who also knows even the slightest bit about photography. I have 3 choices:
1) Set up a tripod and attempt to manouver things myself with what I believe is a huge deficiency in the Spatial Relations Dept. I am the type of person who looks at a blueprint and says, "Oh! Boxes!" and then of course being alone with all that bud and cumonthebrain, well, I'd just never get anything done.
2) My best friend who used to be a photography major (or she took it @ school once or something). I'm leaning towards She because she doesn't toke and therefore won't get as easily distracted. But we do run the risk of the photosession degenerating into fits of giggling, finally being abandoned for girlish whimsy and Bitch Fest and, well, we'd never get anything done.
3) My ex-bfriend, current fuckbuddy who claims to have , "seen one of dem fancy computer cameras in a magazine, once". And of course, his love of both the Herb and my big, bad, BudBabe self may be too much for him and I run the risk of him dropping the camera and, well, we'd never get anything done.
Oh dear, oh dear. Do not fret my little stoner voyeurs! Mama will share with you all her glories, soon enough. Then you'll be asking me to stop because you're sick of seeing my Jade Gate smoke more bud than you. ;~p
"You don't smell as if you've been smoking marijuana, you smell as if you ARE marijuana." - my Dad.
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