Smart Women Smoke More Weed -- It's Science!
Come to think of it, of all the females I know who smoke, I definitely wouldn’t consider any of them lacking intellectually. And, I know some dumb bitches.
This morning I got the urge to do some drawing, so I pulled out my oil pastels and got to work. Before I knew it, several hours had passed, and I had a nearly finished piece in front of me. Granted, it’s a tacky ocean sunset picture, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I started and finished a drawing that I had done for pleasure rather than for school.
There’s still a bit more I’d like to do, but for now, it’s close enough to being done for me to feel like I should pat myself on the back. I have so many unfinished pieces lying around that, for a while there, I was thinking ‘unfinished’ was just my style.
I wish I could do that, but I know I never will be able to. I don’t have the patience to practice anything that much.
love this girl’s flow.
One day I will get there. Her isolations are wicked. The flow is smooth. Practice practice practice.
On August 26th, the day of Hurricane Irene, I took Kahlua for a walk on the beach to check out the waves and watch some friends surf in that madness. They were giddy like kids on Christmas, but having been completely knocked around the day before, I had no intentions of joining them in the water. That night turned out to be a memorable one for me, so I especially love this photo. What has developed since then has been a refreshing break from the usual.
GPOYW - It had been far too long since the last time I played with makeup and photoshop, so Sunday night I decided to have a little fun.
I can’t seem to get enough Gregory Isaacs lately, and if my life had a soundtrack, this song would definitely be playing on repeat all week long. I’m feeling irie.
After a year and nine months of separation, two and a half years of being lied to and cheated on, and a total of eight years of marriage, I am finally divorced today.
I’ve waited for this for so long, and it’s amazing how everything else in my life is coming together so beautifully at the same time. Two years ago, I was scared out of my mind not knowing what I was going to do or how I could go on. But today, I am a completely different person. The entire experience has changed me for the better so much, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
So thank you, ex-husband, for turning into a total douche bag piece of shit and losing your morals. Your selfish actions forced me to grow and mature as a person, and it’s too bad the same can’t be said for you. Sayonara!
So much has changed; I don’t even know where to begin. So, here’s a picture of the beach at sunrise on Wednesday.
Plantbombing: Colorful Yarn-Wrapped Plants Soften Up The City
This is such an awesome idea. If I had a garden, or at least a balcony, I would definitely make a few.
