Self-care Saturday
I bought some eucalyptus essential oil (I used the last of my current bottle a few days ago) and decided to try out the THC-P vape. I got a 20% off coupon for reviewing the tincture, so I figured why not. The tincture lasts a long-ass time, at least at the full 1 mL dosage; I took some Thursday afternoon, but it didn't really kick in until I ate supper. Maybe it's fat-soluble, like some vitamins? I dunno, but I was pretty high for the rest of the evening, slept like a log, and still felt kind of buzzed the enire next day. I'm thinking the vape will be more immediate but also shorter-lasting.
You know, I have to admit I rolled my eyes at the product description that said it was "a much more powerful cannabinoid than delta-TCH!", but I can admit when I was wrong. I probably shouldn't have started watching Five Days at Memorial that night, because I was not prepared for a crazy-ass CGI scene of the 17th Street Canal levee overtopping, then splitting open to allow a 25-foot wall of water to tear through Lakeview.
I went to Five Below again, at the risk of sounding like I have a problem with that store. But I got my sister's nail wraps on Monday and did one that night, and it still looks pretty good almost a week later. I wanted to see how cheap nail wraps compare and I thought I remembered seeing some there. Which I did, but turns out most of them were for kids and too small for my nails. I did get one set, and grabbed a couple other things to make the stop worth my while.
Actually the whole reason I mention it was because of what happened in the parking lot. I pulled into a space next to the kind of suburban assault vehicle that is all too common around here. The driver had also done a crap parking job, right on the passenger-side (which was my driver's side) line, with the front tires at an angle and in the next (mine) space. But I drive a Jetta, so I figured I could make it work. I knew my door would probably touch the other vehicle, so I v e r y s l o w l y opened my door, and stopped pushing the second I felt it barely touch the other vehicle's door.
Well, that wasn't gentle enough for the 'roided-up redneck inside the car, who came popping out screaming and spitting at me. I explained look, I made sure not to bang my door into his, it only just barely touched it. But he had a good head of steam worked up and nothing was going to stop him from harassing a random woman, so I waved at his tires and said "Well, maybe if you did a better job of parking...?" That sent him over the top--a woman questioning his driving skillz!!!--and he came back with WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO FUCKING FAT
Okay, smarter and more articulate men than this dope have tried to use a basic fact as an insult; he might as well have impugned my eye color or height. I just laughed in his red. sweaty face and told him "Okay buddy, I hope your day improves, you're obviously having a shitty one". I could hear him trailing a string of muttered "fat"s and "stupid"s and "bitch"s through clenched teeth, so as I sailed out of hearing range I offered a cheery "Good vibes only!".
You know, I've been hearing a lot of people say everyone is shorter-tempered and angrier and quick to over-react since the pandemic started, and my initial reaction was to poo-poo it as a spin on the timeless "These kids today are just not as [fill in your preferred adjective] as we were!" bullshit. But this is like the 3rd run-in of this kind I've had just since the start of summer, so maybe those people are on to something.
One of these days I'm going to get shot during an exchange like that. If I do, take comfort in knowing that I died doing what I loved: Getting under the very thin skin of white, hetero dudebro assholes.
You know, I have to admit I rolled my eyes at the product description that said it was "a much more powerful cannabinoid than delta-TCH!", but I can admit when I was wrong. I probably shouldn't have started watching Five Days at Memorial that night, because I was not prepared for a crazy-ass CGI scene of the 17th Street Canal levee overtopping, then splitting open to allow a 25-foot wall of water to tear through Lakeview.
I went to Five Below again, at the risk of sounding like I have a problem with that store. But I got my sister's nail wraps on Monday and did one that night, and it still looks pretty good almost a week later. I wanted to see how cheap nail wraps compare and I thought I remembered seeing some there. Which I did, but turns out most of them were for kids and too small for my nails. I did get one set, and grabbed a couple other things to make the stop worth my while.
Actually the whole reason I mention it was because of what happened in the parking lot. I pulled into a space next to the kind of suburban assault vehicle that is all too common around here. The driver had also done a crap parking job, right on the passenger-side (which was my driver's side) line, with the front tires at an angle and in the next (mine) space. But I drive a Jetta, so I figured I could make it work. I knew my door would probably touch the other vehicle, so I v e r y s l o w l y opened my door, and stopped pushing the second I felt it barely touch the other vehicle's door.
Well, that wasn't gentle enough for the 'roided-up redneck inside the car, who came popping out screaming and spitting at me. I explained look, I made sure not to bang my door into his, it only just barely touched it. But he had a good head of steam worked up and nothing was going to stop him from harassing a random woman, so I waved at his tires and said "Well, maybe if you did a better job of parking...?" That sent him over the top--a woman questioning his driving skillz!!!--and he came back with WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO FUCKING FAT
Okay, smarter and more articulate men than this dope have tried to use a basic fact as an insult; he might as well have impugned my eye color or height. I just laughed in his red. sweaty face and told him "Okay buddy, I hope your day improves, you're obviously having a shitty one". I could hear him trailing a string of muttered "fat"s and "stupid"s and "bitch"s through clenched teeth, so as I sailed out of hearing range I offered a cheery "Good vibes only!".
You know, I've been hearing a lot of people say everyone is shorter-tempered and angrier and quick to over-react since the pandemic started, and my initial reaction was to poo-poo it as a spin on the timeless "These kids today are just not as [fill in your preferred adjective] as we were!" bullshit. But this is like the 3rd run-in of this kind I've had just since the start of summer, so maybe those people are on to something.
One of these days I'm going to get shot during an exchange like that. If I do, take comfort in knowing that I died doing what I loved: Getting under the very thin skin of white, hetero dudebro assholes.