I’m glad I worked at Target.


High Times Café: Rolos

Exasperated, she stands up off the ground again. “Ughhh. I keep forgetting things that I need.” Shaking her hair, the young woman was interrupted by her guest who was slyly watching her every movement. “Yeah, go on over there and get you a handful of Rolos. You won’t be ready without them Rolos.”

She stops walking and turns to face him, dumbfounded. This time, however, she didn’t have to ask out loud how he knew what she was referring to without having discussed it previously.

He looks up at her, in her bewildered state, smiles “I told you I was in your head.”

High Times Café: Come Down.

I got my first adjustment in I know two years. It felt amazing. My body had never popped as much as it did today.
In other news; I was thinking about someone who I love dearly who recently told me not to get comfortable where I am now. I told them I wasn’t. And I’m not. But today as I revisited their words, I’m grateful. It takes knowing and caring for as person to know when  they need to keep pushing forward. 


High Times Café: Lemme Be… You.

I would truly love to be able for one day, view myself as the people around me view me. I’m absolutely my worst and most harsh and hateful critic. I’d like to see how that manifests in my daily doings. Especially, to be another person. To feel their feelings. I’d like to be three different people throughout the day. I think that would be such a great experience.