So apparently one of my neighbours is airing out their weed-smoke-filled house or something. Of course today was the day I was airing out my bedroom, went about to do chores and came back upstairs thinking ‘what’s that smell....?’ Then I went to empty out the recycle bin, and jeez the stench. I mean seriously. I ended up coming upstairs to close the window, did so, puttered around a bit scrunching up my nose, and thought ‘jeez it smells in here, I should open the window- oh wait’. -_-
Don’t get me wrong, weed is a mild drug and for me its on the same sorta ledge as cigarettes for me - I don’t care about whatever legality bullshit is going on about such a mild and generally positive-effect drug, but I fucking hate the smell of it. Incidentally I dislike cigarettes and cigars for the same reason, but even they tend to be less pungent.
The cats are enjoying it though -_- they’re curled up together in my bed, where normally they don’t like to be so close together and nip at eachother and stuff. So at least they’re mellowed out >_>”