“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”—Chuck Palahniuk
For the past week, my inbox has been filled with emails about pot. No, FBI, I’m not running a business, these are emails about dispensaries closing and a new ordinance that only allows 41 medical marijuana businesses in Los Angeles. To get an idea of how few that is, before the preliminary…
I always love what Tess writes on behalf of medical marijuana, because although I am not a pot smoker, I absolutely agree with her views. (Not to mention I adore the way Tess writes, and she is at times my musical soul mate)
I really wonder if and when Idaho will ever get any dispensaries. You would think, with all the pot busts around these parts throughout the years, and considering the fact that I have come to one in every four to five people I know (and that is quite a few) smoke because it helps “medically” (in quotes because some medical conditions I have heard lately are questionable, but hey - I ain’t here to judge) that one of these days even the crazy Christian right wingers will give the O-K. If areas were targeted where there were lower traffic volumes and held potential to lessen crime rates/prison overcrowding due to smaller population sizes, maybe they could actually learn some pertinent information in regards to how this helps the people who need this - even the community - and not how it is producing more crime and questionable practices. Maybe smaller areas are the way to go to create case studies instead of jumping right into the more densely populated areas of the US where it is near impossible to pass correct judgment on one place of business vs another (case in point, shady dudes selling out of an apartment, which we all know just cannot be for the greater good of grandma’s Parkinsons)
But that’s just my fragmented, long-winded opinion cut down to basics. For now I’m sticking to whiskey to cure my woes.
Plotting my next move in life sucks when it comes to outside factors affecting my control. Control is awesome.
One of my greatest, longest standing friends in the whole wide world is coming to town this week and it has been exactly a year since our last hangout sesh. Whiskey, Rasta-accents, avoiding people, whiskey and pretending we are finally adults to commence in three days.
My mother’s favorite pastime is yelling at the dogs. Please, if I ever get like this, remind me I sound like my mother.
Never, ever waste time with anyone that does not appreciate you. I’m talking employers, boyfriends, friends, et cetera. This month has been a doozy of harsh realizations.
Sometimes, you just gotta fall asleep to a Roseanne marathon.
I am passionate about far too many things, and trying to figure out a way to factor all said things into one life makes for a busy girl.
When it rains, it pours - case in point: flat tires, computer crashes, money troubles, family reunions.
I really REALLY enjoy my alone time.
I NEED this picture framed and hanging in my apartment..
I really like avocado. To a fault. On everything.
Seattle vs Portland is a hard decision to make, but the harder decision is when to leave.
This season of Mad Men is not as great as previous seasons. Yeah, I said it. Although Flavorwire did a hilarious job at “Mad Men Characters and Their 90210 Counterparts” here.
I am a huge nerd fan of Shae Acopian Detar and her blog Everthing Style. I would do anything to get into this girl’s multiple closets and play dress up.
I WILL CONQUER MY COOKING FEARS. With this beautiful Tuscan Ribollita via Shutterbean as my guinea pig..
Finally, I am broke but I still purchased these because they looked so good on, how could I refuse? (Much better on me than the model, for sure)
When I named Henry, Henry.. it wasn’t a very popular name but within a couple of years Heidi Klum, Julia Roberts, Minnie Driver and Rachel Weitz all had Henry’s.
Yesterday my daughter Beatrix turned two, and yesterday Stephanie Tanner (aka Jodie Sweetin ex-child star/meth addict) had a baby girl…
I truly believe Kelly Oxford may be the Canadian version of me (but as a MILF), and IRL we would totally lyke be bff’s and I could babysit her kids and then drink eight bottles of wine together at night and make such awesomely awful jokes her husband would take the kids to a hotel when I’m over to get away from how hilariously great we are. Although she stole my ideas for naming all my kids after my literary heros, so I guess I won’t be having a little Salinger.
(Who the eff calls Stephanie Tanner by her real name anyway? And did rehab pay for that boob job or what?)
Oh, this band, this band, this band. Where can I even start? It is a shame that I had never heard them until late last year. Who knew they were so hipster though? I sure didn’t. The album Mission Control just KILLS me. This song is one of the lower tempo jams off of their newest album In the Dark, which I like alright, but not as much as Mission Control. I’m no critic however, and apparently these dudes are getting bigger by the moment. My whole reasoning for attending Bumbershoot this weekend was to solely see this band, sadly enough some personal life ordeals got in the way. Crazy enough they are touring with another band near and dear to my heart, the Black Keys. (Thickfreakness will always be one of my go-to albums when I’m feeling moody and need to sing in the car while driving.) It’s about time Athens, Georgia produced a substantial band besides Neutral Milk Hotel or Drive-By Truckers (the latter of whom personally I am not into).