Let’s see. I’ve been drinking grey lattes: Oat milk, honey, and activated charcoal. (The charcoal has no taste (neither does Cameron Diaz. HA HA HA HA!!!), but it definitely has a job (unlike Cameron Diaz. HA HA HA HA!!!). It traps your toxins like a toxin trapper and suddenly you are much less polluted and much more polished. I might be talking about your colon.) Magic absolutely exists.
I finished reading How to Change Your Mind, and suddenly the idea of a controlled psychedelic reset really appeals to me. To be kept safe while jumpstarting creativity and emotions and LIFE sounds so refreshing. (Admittedly, I’m in a bit of a rut right now and the typical “buy a new notebook and re-ink a pen!” scheme hasn’t kicked me into gear. I need something that isn’t some thing.)
Also, I occasionally need Delhi’s Chaat, which is the technical term for Indian Nachos: Wheat tortilla shells topped with boiled potatoes, chickpeas (regular and black), onion, tamarind sauce, mint chutney, yogurt, sev, and chaat masala. Dear Lord. Today I needed Delhi’s Chaat.
That photo was taken less than six hours ago. It is a photo of my lunch. (I do what I can to make you (and me) happy.) Tempe and I skipped out for nachos and then dipped into St. Louis Art Supply to check out their pens and inks. (Go there. It’s such a happy place.)
I saw a commercial last night that showed a woman shaving her arms. Meredith assures me that women now shave their arms and that the commercial was NOT a joke. Great. I’ve just been walking around like a damn gorilla for the past 49 years.
By the way, I started growing out my head hair at approximately 11:07am on March 5th because I really liked when this was going on back in 2016.
Get your mind off of the Mueller Report and onto my hair. (Disclosure: I do have the right to assert privilege over certain parts of my hair.)
Just putting this out there as a potential new obsession: https://www.1101.com/store/techo/en/2019/all_about/cousin/about01.html
The paper… THE PAPER in this thing, sweet Jesus, it’s like writing in butter with a fountain pen… which sounds pretty messy, but lawdy. Plus as far as the whole planning but room to also doodle and vent is perfect.
I like the Biore charcoal strips even though it feels like I’m peeling off skin when I take the darn things off. Also,I have to confess that as I have aged, I have felt this urge to try drugs. I just want to trip once on acid or mushrooms. Just to see what it’s like. Nothing with needles and nothing snorted. Reasonable (?) drugs.
Just make sure you drink that latte nowhere near your meal or vitamins because if I understand correctly the charcoal will also flush some nutrients out instead of you getting to absorb them. Thievery!
Seems like I’ve been reading FP forever, and I just had a dream that I stopped by your house while traveling and it was full of twin beds and other traveling people you kinda knew getting ready to sleep in the living room. I didn’t even ask, I just picked a bed and politely approached you. “I just wanted to reintroduce myself. I published the sock monkey zine,” I told you, and that’s true in real life. I couldn’t tell if your recognition was real or fake but you were welcoming.