where can a bitchy bitch get some pizza made w/magic shrooms in DC?

I get paid Tuesday, and I need to get seriously shaken and stirred off this fuckin depressive highway liver-deep….it’s either that or I’m about to get some ingredients and make my own edibles….for you dumb fucks trying to fuck with me, that’s how i got my brain and body to heal and actually get my bp pills and anti-seizure pills to work better……and to get closer to jumping off nicotine–and reduce fat cell inflammation…..that and lots of water and apple cider…….last week i was too poor and too busy at the same time–fucked my ass up, and so now you got to see me at my low point–did not help that i saw some disturbing shit that made me realize just how much i really am not safe in this city alone……anyway……two people came through–two sisters…..they know i got issues–but see that is the point–are you here when shit is fucked up too? Bill came through–he’s coming on my podcast with my Dad–and he and I are helping Dad get published–finally! 🙂 I’m all over the place, but it gives me comfort that I can get counseling from a decent Feminist therapist, I got friends and family, and I’m in the right town to find decent edibles or ingredients to make them……if that bothers you, go fuck yourself, of course…..time to go check out Oregon and Netherlands……i need some decent sex and drugs and rock n’ roll combo for a switch……