And then man said, no fuck you, I am not working more than 40 hours. They stood their ground, and so it was. And it was good.
We can do better. It's my government, and I want it now! Call 1-800-pooope-crisco)
Not sure if I took 120 or 160mg of an edible which is hitting just on time, almost a little early. Time will tell. Good or a bad time, it should be therapeutic.
I might get chatty. (I will get chatty). (Like really, you've been warned.)
(Really?)
More rain is predicted for this weekend. April showers are making my bones ache from inactivity. in the winter and deep summer I atrophy and I forget the therapy of movement. Just a few steps in and it clicks, I can focus my wandering mind into controlling my breath, my aches, and a small Tasmanian devil of a Boxer. I can focus on some of the best music ever produced by man, track my steps, and text my landlord, provider of orgasms, and all around keen gal, that I like her, like a lot on a tiny pocket computer, as I sit on a park bench, wearing a big floppy hat.
I miss playing in the dirt. stinkinking to all high heaven, getting day drunk on flavorless macro brewed beer, and being just a few steps away from another joint. I miss drinking much better beer as I grill (probably chicken) as I struggle to remain upright. I eat. I shower. I fall into a coma, next to a soft pillow of a soul.
there is a dog there now. It wasn't supposed to be a thing, but now there is not any discussion. I wont lie, I don't like it as much, but she (the pup, Roz) has her own charm. Kinda.
anywho. Edible update. we are at "the roller coaster is ticking up the incline". I just had a really nice thai meal, so it would be a shame to hork it up. Really if you're in okc, lets smoke what we have grown, get some pad kee mao, and talk shop.
Good thing I have oodles of empty 5 gal buckets if things go south. Prepare for the worst, expect the best. Like any hot date.
anywho. A favorite quote of my favorite writer, Kurt Vonnegut Jr. has written "If This Isn't Nice, I Don't Know What Is."
I guess this is my way of saying this. I am grateful that I found all of you. I am glad that you share your stories and your grows. I am learning so much about botany and cannabis. I am not sure how my mother, who loved her gardens, would feel. I know she would feel a way about its legality. A lot of my friends don't understand that there is a beauty outside of the end product. Just like if they have never really grown and cared for a plant with intent. With the way social media still carries this bullshit, 100 year, racist, classist, capitalistic, propaganda of the ruling class for no other justification than to use it as a yoke. They know that if they put common sense legislation in place they will be liable for the sins of those who pulled those yokes the hardest to SUBVERT the WILL of the PEOPLE.
Sorry. I did not mean to turn this meeting of the Church of the Sacred Capybara into therapy (rectory at 5pm, snacks provided) /political soap box and discussion (rumpus room B 7pm, or when the last toddler from room A is claimed by their guardian, Kendra).
Just kissed she who bears "the VaheeenAAhaa that controls all" (it offers the bearer plus 12 to all charismata checks to those who are whipped by it) goodnight, so I will take that as my cue to find some other corner of the internet.
Be kind, its an easyish request. sometimes. really depends on the situation, but it really goes a long way.
