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Guaranteed human. Today I effed up by using shrooms in front of my girlfriend. Hell yeah. Blast off, buddy. Yesterday my girlfriend agreed to be my trip sitter. I like shrooms. And usually I'm a two-gram shroom kind of guy. But yesterday, I wanted to see what four grams would do. We doubling up. Yo, four grams is a lot, my guy.

I asked my girlfriend to be my trip setter just in case I decided to Peter Pan off the

balcony or something. Smart. Smart. Not the Peter panning off the balcony. Is that actually like,

I mean, if you're if you're totally tripped out, like you don't know what's going on. Like, you know, you could probably, you could hurt yourself. Wow. That's wild. At the time, my girlfriend seemed really keen. She even joked about getting popcorn, which she actually did, which is hilarious. She ran out of popcorn more or less the same time she ran out of enthusiasm. I spent most of the night doing an invisible hula hoop dance

and laughing hysterically. The higher dose definitely hit different. My girlfriend said it was

getting late and wanted us to go to bed. We ended up in bed and my girlfriend eventually fell

asleep. I was still wide awake and unable to talk. I was still wide awake and unable to stop touching my Adams apple every time I swallowed.

My girlfriend woke up to be standing on the bed completely naked and continuing to do the

invisible hula hoop dance.

Sounds like a good trip, my guy.

He's enjoying himself at least.

She grabbed a blanket and left the bedroom.

I have no idea how long I was dancing on the bed,

but I must have exhausted myself and passed out

because I had remembered nothing else after other than waking up alone in bed the morning

and finding my girlfriend sleeping in the living

room.

When my girlfriend opened her eyes, I was standing by with breakfast and an apology, which

my girlfriend was grateful for.

This sounds like a great relationship.

However, she broke up with me.

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