forestherb

Today I saw my bosses daughters looking at their xangas.. and then at the xangas of every one of their friends. Their journals were intense and flashy and quite dramatic. It was enlightening. This stuff is really important to some people. I only do it to be cool. See.. look. *cooool*

Tomorrow I get to go camping. Such things fill me with with blissful feelings. I was so optimistic last summer.. "I'm going to go camping all the time!" I didn't. But its not like I had a bad summer at all. It was full of love. Lots of sunny naps, quiet hikes and stargazing. Beautiful times.

I have been purging. Throwing everything away. Its almost the panic i felt that horrible day when i killed my plants.. on purpose. The feeling that what is good can bring bad, and not knowing what to do. So I feel now that I will never have room for trinkets and sentimental items.. so they all are finding themselves in the trash can. No matter how much i throw away, my room is still a mess. Now scattered with backs of labels, plastic bags, and bits of leaves and flowers. I don't want this to start effecting my plants. I have lots of little pots everywhere.. and no balcony for them to look forward to. No plot of land to let my passions take root. At least i bought a fan.. which keeps them from getting moldy.

Does a sad plant make sad medicine?

Chipotle keeps me regular. The trick is to not chew it.. It pushes everything right along in your digestive system. Just think about it. That massive beast of a burrito... and when i say don't chew.. i'm serious. wet the outside of it with your.. rootbeer or corona, think of your college days, and let the whole thing slide down your throat. Its like a fierce army of bulldozers coming to your intestinal rescue.

Now its time for priorities. I'll be back, for sure.