WEEDs by e r l

RECENTLY, I have taken it upon myself to re-watch all eight seasons of Weeds, since the first time basically did not count — I had never even bought cannabis prior to 2014. Like, never. So we can all agree that at the time, I was not getting the full enjoyment the show has to offer (i.e. toking it up while shit goes south for the Botwin family).

A good Netflix binge it was and I found my way back to Nancy Botwin, and related to her a little too much. I am probably a terrible person. Most people would conceal this from the world, but I am past the point of caring anymore — so I write an article on Medium. Because I am a grown-ass woman.

Ya heard?
FFFWHEN PEOPLE TRY TO START DRAMA WITH ME.

WHEN PEOPLE TELL ME TO MAKE FRIENDS.
Y U NO LIKE ME THO?!
FNANCY BOTWIN IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL AND THAT SCARES ME.
THE POOP IS NEVER-ENDING AND EVERY WHERE — SO. MUCH. POOP.
TRUST NO BITCHES.
BEING A MOM IS HARD AND WE ALL JUST WANT OUR KIDS TO BE HAPPY.
BUT IS ANYBODY EVER REALLY HAPPY ANYMORE???
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