I feel gross if I am sharing cheetos/smart food/other fake dusty snacks with people and you get the build up of the dust and you need to lick it off since it's starting to feel like you're gripping your cheetos with ugly stubs but then you shoot a side eye at the person you are sharing with to see if they'll notice that you are sneaking post-lick fingers back in. As if you are basically open mouth drooling into the bag. This gross feeling doesn't stop me, future chip sharers. Also, I am going to try and not eat those things since I'm on a new if it didn't have a mother/come from the ground don't eat it thing.
I grew up eating out of my Croatian grandmother's garden and I am certain that plays a role in the good health I enjoy currently (stay with me health!!)
I have to confess. I am a raw garlic addict. It started off so innocently - eating smoked meats and trying to be as tough as Dida (my grandfather) since he would eat the whole raw cloves!! and then do this side to side bouncy step. Then Baka told me that it would kill off anything bad in me, and I grew up certain she a) was a truthteller b) knew everything. However, like most addictions it may or may not be getting out of hand. I just realized the other day that between two meals and an illicit late night snack of meats that I was clocking in at around 7 cloves for the day. ESCANDALOSO! Also, I started having people, some time after I had consumed the spicy nuggets of health plus had a shower, that would delicately sniff the air and enquire as to whether or not I had enjoyed a very garlicy meal recently. Not recently...
Off-gassing. This might be the ideal way to attract the kind of dude that I would want to link arms perma style with or maybe he never gets close enough to discover my charming, effervescent personality. Who can say? My father says to knock it back several notches but he is a) not always a truthteller and b) doesn't know everything.
I want to be part of a community garden mostly for the hat and to be abe to nod sagely in the presence of other gardeners when they talk about methods of pest control (Baka suggests pie tins with fake beer for slugs, fyi) Partially because I think there is a sad lack of community these days. It's more stark when I am at my parents house which has been the hacienda for just shy of 20 years. Errybody knows errybody and their business. We are lucky enough to live sandwiched between the two greatest information gatherers of all time. One because she has worked in the oldest doctors office since the town existed and the other since she likes to talk and is a ninja at ferreting out your bidness. Anywho, I'd like to be smiling and waving at the people I cross paths with, getting to know my local butcher and the like. I'm gettin' me some of that action. Hello, the people.
Speaking of Stark who else can't wait for Game of Thrones? Hooray! So Soon! Goosebumps! I love revenge!! In fictional characters of course, IRL I subscribe to the, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Confucius school of thought. Confy, he knew his shit.
If I get famous you know what's going to be the eccentricity I enjoy? No? Not part of Jojo's psychic alliance? Well, I'ma tell you. It's a bamboo back scratcher that I will take with me everywhere. I looooove my back scratcher. Who doesn't experience eye rolling, cascading pleasure when that middle of the shoulder blades itch gets got? Although, this does add to the roster of thing I will have to constantly check for - cell, wallet, keys. I am a perpetual lose-r of things. No I won't!! I'll have a lackey! Sweet, sweet lackey! I'll also be sedated for my pedicures since I hate my feet being touched and they may or may not get mangy with the lack of love/ability to touch them I exhibit. Nobody look at my feet.
I like approval being roared at me. I also like big cats that roar. Roaring. It's the new planking.
I want to be swinging from a hammock in sweet heat with a juicy fruit dripping delight. Maybe the Philippines to see G-Money and his hot woman? C'est possible. I'm going to make it happen. I am slightly embarrassed but mostly proud to admit I have stopped reading my horoscope as an indicator of how my day will go - I make my own magic.
I need to put the lotion on its skin, I am dry in this province. Oh and water, I need that too and not the sweet coffee I am sipping away at. I've started using sunscreen on my face. This has come at the end of a lengthy battle with my delusion that I could will myself into having olive skin and being a sunbaby. I've also been willing myself into a thinner body. There's a lesson I need to learn somewhere here about willing things to happen.
I hope y'all are enjoying the links embedded in these posts. I like sharing. Have a superlative day and never forget, ' You're money baby and you don't even know!'
a haiku:
talkin' about it
so shake your money maker
savvy goalkeeper
xo
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