Canada just gets it and my illegal substance use

I just read this article, which says Canada is the fourth nation in the world to legalize gay marriage nationwide. I say, rock on. Canada in general seems more progressive than its neighbor to the south, with the national healthcare and such. Here in the US, tons of people are uninsured, and if you're gay and want to get married (not every gay person does), you have to go to a state that allows it, like here in Mass. Or go up to Vermont and get a civil union. Look, I'm for gay marriage. Gay people are a fact of life, and why discriminate against them?

One lovely fact about having OCD is that you get a song stuck in your head more often and for a longer period of time than the average person. Today, "Pass the Dutchie" by Musical Youth has taken residence there. The original lyrics were, "Pass the cutchie (pot) on the left-hand side." It got me thinking about my limited pot-smoking in college and beyond. I smoked my first night in college many moons ago with my roommates as sort of a bonding thing, and I used to smoke with a friend's husband maybe once a year. I stopped because chronic pot-smokers tend to have no ambition. Plus, my lifelong struggle with my weight, being vertically challenged and all (4'11") means I really don't need the munchies. Finally, my brain chemistry is f'ed up enough (sorry, Tom Cruise, but it's true) without me adding illegal substances to the mix. M would turn me in if he ever caught me sitting on the sofa blazing up. He's Mr. It's Illegal, and I Don't Want It in My House. I think it should be legal -- the cops have enough to do without chasing after a middle-aged couple who tokes up on the weekends. But that's just one non-pot-smoker's opinion.