What the WHAT!

Cleanliness - I been thinkin 'bout it.

I love over using chemicals especially when it comes to cleaning products. My dad used to make me leave whatever room I was cleaning to air out my lungs. I don't know why I think more is better and this particular compulsion is only sometimes. I don't have the cleanest place, I'm not obsessive about it until I decide it's cleaning time then I have tunnel vision. For a duration, it's also not as if once I start I must CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!

It also makes rage filled if I live with people and my perception of what they 'should have done' (again, unreasonable at times) which contributes to my joy in living alone.

Anyhoo, at the yoga studio I volunteer at we use vinegar for mirror/chrome kind of things and a thyme oil based cleaner for everything else. When I was mixing the spray bottle solution I went for a good 4:1 ratio. Turns out it's supposed to be like 10:1. I throw shade on that. I cannot believe that is effective enough. I was surreptitiously adding more until they started hiding from me. Okay, from everyone but I have a feeling that I am the only one plotting to find the stash. However, the unreasonable things that bug my brown onion about cleaning after people - which, actually, I mostly don't mind - is how careless they are when it's not 'theirs.' I watch women drag their hands through their hair after their showering and sprinkle it on the ground. Mind you, I was that asshole before I started Molly Maid'ing it up for the plebes. Hopefully, this is helping me eradicate those behaviours that impact others but Hey-ZUS! people! the garbage can is 3goddamn feet to your left. I know because I wipe that shit down so it's pretty for you. A-holes. The dudes though, honestly. I want to know if men naturally carry more bacteria on them. I remember in university I was a few doors down from a storage closet that the boys in my residence used to dump their hockey equipment in - and these are dudes whose moms were recently (or still) doing their laundry - so concern about the equipment, since they lived on a different floor, was minimal. Hell is other people - PREACH Sartre! Specifically, a room full of used hockey equipment. There is some other hell reference I was trying to dredge up from the grey matter to do with smell but lemme tell you - there are few things that will cause your senses to shut down, through almost fainting, like used sports equipment. Lawdamercy!

however, the yoga studio. It's fine but the dudes side really causes me to bust my bum in order to keep the mold/funk/general grossness at bay in a way I don't need to with the ladies washroom.

There is this one woman who practises who hasn't gotten the memo on the fact that the studio isn't hers. She shavasanas it up for 20-30 minutes after class has ended and, like, I totally get follow your bliss/trust your body/etc but get the hell out! Jesus! You know I'm coming in here!You know people want to shavasana it up 20 minutes before class as well and frankly! who wants to sweat onto other people's sweat! No one! Although, conversely, it does evaporate really quickly and there is a minimum of 6 moppings per day if I am thinking correctly (not a sure thing) and it wouldn't be the worst to mop around people, or I could make a sign and unclench my brown bowtie. Namaste. 

That probably won't happen for a while. She's an asshole. 


I tend to absorb the favourites and daily rituals of those around me so I am super into natural this and holistic that, due to coming from Vancouver and becoming more of a fan of the yoga studio. #1 Oil pulling. Get on it. I might be getting within tap dancing distance of obsessed about researching ayurvedic, Old Euro mama style health tips and tricks. I'm also the perfect audience for an 'expert.' If you speak to me with authority, I'll take it as gospel. I'm taking goddamn sea vegetables which are awful but probably amazing. Or so much snake oil! Who the eff knows? 
I was also going to try the no shampoo movement but, I have really fine hair. It got first week on the hippie commune bad fast. I'm weak. And vain. Ish. 


I do appreciate the people on my left who are banging the equality/kill the rich drum since they are the balance to the kill the 'muslims/gays/slutty single mothers' team but be the change people! I just don't get how it's preferable to choose hate and meanness. Ok - I for sure get how it's easy but you possess a brain, you have been given knowledge and access to infinite amounts so... come the fk on. Try harder
but drop 'why do I gotta try harder if they aren't?' Don't be lazy and until 'they' are robots, you can only control ya damn self!

I think the reason I pass on the left hand side is that I feel peaceful, I think interesting things. I listen to so many random songs while I type it definitely affects the pattern of my conversation, the stimulus dictates the path friends. I saw two hearts in nature today. One on the cement outside work when I was calling my best friend. Another, when I was walking home with the dog, a whirl in the bark on the side of a tree. I thought about taking a photo but then was worried people would think I was a nefarious trespasser. Although, that's just a story I created, it as easily could have been some nice couple and one says, "Honey, she likes our tree!" Then they smile at one another and smooch, lean back, give each other the hairy eyeball and then BAM! on the kitchen table. Everyone wins. 


Omigod you guys. I don't know how I got there but I found there's a Chrome extension for adblocker! I found it on the Youtube! If you all have this, don't make fun of me but shit! I am watching a Youtube video SANS Ad! Revolution! 

I'm off to read other people's blogs, listen to other people' music and basically immerse in the abundant creativity there is to savour.

a haiku

future vacation
coconut oil for life
what's that shiny thing?

xo