My bad. Pretend like you didn’t see that. A few things….
When I’m driving down the road, and someone comes up from behind me and passes me, why do they, upon noticing the rainbow sticker, feel the need to turn all the way around in their seats (bodily, not just a head turn), to get a look at me? It’s always some dirty guy, too.
Is being a hippy a requirement for employment at Whole Foods? I think it is. I was watching people bike up to Whole Foods for work while I was sitting in the car waiting for Jamba Juice to open. They all had a woven bag or really strappy backpack. Half of them had knit caps over their dreads. All of them had corduroys with the cuffs walked off. Okay, so it was three people. But you know I’m right.
AND. Jamba Juice now has 16 oz smoothies! Used to be the smallest size was 24 oz. That’s a lot of smoothie. Spirit fingers for portion control and budget consciousness. And I think I’ve got the proportions for the pumpkin spice smoothie down. Must try it at home.
It is very strange taking my own garbage out. I’ve done it at my parents’ house, but it felt like I was taking their garbage out. Now being responsible for doing it myself? It’s just strange. I ain’t no Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout. Also strange, my roommate was supposed to have flown to Michigan yesterday. But I swear this afternoon he drove by, opened the garage door, put the garbage and recycling bins back in the garage, and then closed the door and drove away. He saw my car. It’s not like he thought I wasn’t home and wouldn’t get to it. Just weird.





