I am trying to post more often. But so many days have little to post about. I mean, this is what I got in the mail this morning. I was super pleased to get it because I have this disease and am losing my sight but was surprised at how fast it got here. I only ordered it this week. But it’s hardly post worthy.
Last night I took some MJ oil, the first time in months. I got so hungry! Maggie Turner mentioned toasted tomato sandwiches in her post and then all I could think about was toasted tomato sandwiches. So I had two. If you have never eaten food when you are stoned I can tell you it tastes a million times better. Every bite is a spiritual experience. If you have been stoned you will know what I am talking about. And you will know how you can get lost walking from the kitchen to the couch. Actually, come to think of it, I was reading blogs. I should probably go check to see what comments I may have left on your blogs. Anyway. I slept really well and had no anxiety at all.
It is absolutely lovely here today and I need to go out. I hate going out. Why anyone ever goes out is a mystery to me. This weekend we have a Hell’s Angel’s gathering. Hell’s Angel’s scare me. I guess that is what they want. We have so many gangs here now. And then there are the Bathtub Races. Please. Don’t make me explain the bathtub races. It’s a real thing and people love it. It is loud and crowded and loud and crowded and loud and crowded. We also have the B.C. Summer Games going on and the Sandcastle competitions are in the next community. See why I don’t want to go out? It will be bananas.* Yesterday after my haircut I stopped to get a few groceries. As I was pulling forward out of my parking spot this bitch comes flying through the parking lot, one hand on the wheel and one hand holding a coffee and she fucking honks at me! Then when I was driving home some asshole on a bike rides right in front of my car. I could tell he was up to no good. He was wearing a backpack and the bike was way too small for him because it was likely stolen. Anyway, I came home and I started as soon as the door opened. “Just once I would like to go out and not have some asshole piss me off!” And on and on I went and my husband was trying not to laugh. But I mean, seriously. What the fuck happened to being polite and and nice and courteous?
So I am not sure if I am going out today. I do need to get my eyebrows threaded. And I need a few things at the grocery store.
*I have never used the term bananas before.