I am so excited to get out of LA! I don't know if it's me, the smog, or lack of gluten, but the urge to get the fuck out of town is becoming more and more frequent. It gets to the point where I feel like I am on that old MTV show Boiling Point (where everyone pushes my buttons) and my only outlet to blow off steam is to travel, or commit a hate crime. Sometimes I think it would be dually beneficial for me to do the later of the two... Cheaper for me, and help aid the city of Los Angeles with chosen natural selection... regrettably, I have a conscious!
On Monday I went to hot yoga, my form of refuge, to burn some calories and clear my mind. There was plenty of open space in class and yet this water buffalo (who smelled like rotten cheese, and plaque gingivitis) decided to plop his matt right next to mine. It's really difficult to relax and "breathe through your nose, and out through your mouth" when you have a sensitive gag reflex. I left class very un-zen, but Starbucks always seems to save the day. I ordered a black ice coffee, which you'd think the gothic barista would be quite versed at preparing. Unfortunately, much like her horrific tribal tattoos, the taste level [of my coffee] was awful! Home-girl if you are a follower, a black coffee does not include 8 Sweet & Low packets! I put money in your tip jar, but the real tip is I don't think you have the face to pull off that short boy-cut. (Mic drop).
I am in the great midwest! Where the people are nice, the air is fresh, and the only shit I have to deal with is from the wildlife. (These pictures are from the 4th of July Carnival in Duluth, Minnesota) Ironically while we were here, my sister did get pooped on by a bird. Karma came close today, but missed by about a foot...
