♦
Crossing over the bridge and seeing the aesthetically pleasing finely trimmed “Cape Cod” hedges gave me more of an apathetic feeling rather than the refreshing one I was hoping for. My morning started waking up at 6 AM, getting picked up, then took a turn backwards when it became the “in-a-broken-down-car-on-the-side-of-the-highway kind” of morning. Things began to get better when cheap gas station coffee and donuts, as well as being rescued were added into the mix. I was greeted at home by my over excited dog Ruby humping my leg (it’s a dominance thing, ok?).
In the in between parts, I had this idea a couple days ago, that nothing bad could happen to me if I made sure I spread good karma. I sort of broke that by mistake a few hours ago when I texted my friend, “Phoebe Caufield has the most repulsive personality I have met yet.” (Names have been changed and if you get the literary reference then give yourself a gold star.) But I think I can do this. My mindset is in the right place. I may be naive to what rude wonders the world has in store for me, but for now I’m ok.
Here today – gone tomorrow. I’m off to NYC for a few days, museums, shopping – all the typical things you’d hear someone say they are doing in the city. My younger brother, at the ripe tenacious age of 16 is accompanying me on this trip. I think we’ve come to that stage where it’s acceptable to drink together with no weirdness. Wahooo! But no pot. I won’t smoke with him. Smoking weed with family members is something I cannot do. I have friends who smoke weed with their mom or dad, and it freaks me out. I obviously don’t get it cause it’s something I’ve never done, so good for them! But the last thing I ever want to say to my dad is “I think this bowl is kicked.”
♥E
Reblogged this on RD Revilo.
WHY ARE YOU COMING TO NEW YORK RIGHT AS I’M LEAVING?