I sit here.
On the couch.
I begin to have a bonding, touching moment whilst watching a child choose her puppy
I make the viewer to TV connection
And......
I realize I am watching "Sandra Palin's Alaska" (wait... "Sarah Palin's Alaska")
And ya know what? I don't even care.
"Whether it be a football game, a BBQ, or dinner with yer wife. Do NOT drink and drive." - The Redneck DUI Worker on TV.
Today we went out in public. I will tell you my story before I let K tell hers, as my version is much better.
(If you haven't started reading this in a Charlie Brown tone of voice, I advise you to do so now.)
We had a mind blowing "out in public" adventure tonight. We went to (drumroll)... Wal-Mart.
We experienced true american culture whilst high, and we had the time of all times.
1. We quickly and slyly made our way to the electronics section, so not to be found out by the other Wal-Mart customers, picked out our item, and then made our way to the bathroom.
2. The bathroom is where I found the child seat of glory. As I was bantering with K about whether or not she could hold my phone while I peed, I saw it: the seat.
3. I finished out my wait in the bathroom on that seat, and I was sad to leave it.
4. On the way home Twizzlers were eaten and rap was listened to.
Chef America is on and I am shockingly intrigued. I must go.
Until next time,
B.
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Practicing being in public:
The art.
On a journey to Wal-mart (which is all the way across town, mind you), for an Ipod thing.
B wants to ride in the cart. After much consideration we decide against it.
Being high in public is an art.
Want peace? Try green.
I considered making this a draft, like editing before I blog these nights, but that isn't the spirit of this.
Was that two Michael J. Fox references in one album? This kid's brilliant!
I don't know what being a good writer means. This is the most objective I can be. About life, myself, my results, my actions, death.
Remembering lyrics is so much fucking easier when you're high.
*****To be fair, this is actually B. writing. K just gave me some notes, so I copied them for a combined post. Whatever though, I'll sign off like I'm her, I've already done my sign off.*****
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