I bought a bottle of the ejuice that I use in my vape thingy online. It’s called “Vape the Rainbow.” It was supposed to taste like Skittles.

It tastes nothing like Skittles. It’s disgusting. It has the worst aftertaste. I can’t use the stuff at all and it costed me $18. There are no returns either, so I’m really ticked off. The other two flavors that I’ve gotten from the site were lovely, so I’m surprised that it’s so gross.

You don’t have these issues with a cigarette.

No, I’m not going to start smoking again. I just need to physically go to a vape shop and try the flavors first before I purchase them.

Ah well. That’s what I get for being a ding-dong.

I’ve always learned my lessons the hard way.


It’s been raining almost all week here. Overcast, chilly and even a few thunderstorms have rolled by, scaring the living hell out of my oldest dog Maggie. She runs upstairs and hides in my bedroom. I feel bad, but all I can do is comfort her.

I wish that there was a way to explain things to animals.

Me: Hey Maggie? It’s just God bowling up in heaven. No worries.

Maggie: Oh, that’s cool. But I’m still freaked out, so if you need me, I’ll be under your bed.


I’m almost out of marihuana, but I don’t feel like contacting the weed guy or spending the money. My weed guy isn’t what you’d call dependable, but he offers a good product at a fair price when he does respond to my ever so polite texts.

Reefer makes you a drug-crazed sexpot? That’s news to me.


I’m thinking that perhaps I need a break from it for a bit. I’ve been an on again/ off again pothead since 2009. That’s the great thing about weed (for me) is that I am fine without it. It’s like a luxury that I indulge in for bursts of time, then I get tired of it.

Random Beatles Fact: The song “I Got To Get You Into My Life” is really an ode to weed.

What can I do, what can I be
When I’m with you I want to stay there
If I’m true I’ll never leave
And if I do I know the way there
Ooh, then I suddenly see you
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life
Got to get you into my life

Crazy trippy, huh? If you don’t believe me, Google it.


I’m planning on buying myself a cane.


Now available in many fashionable designs.


It’ll be like buying a new purse, only not.

I’ve looked at them many times at the drugstore, but haven’t popped on one yet. (Due to being a cheap skate, plus good old-fashioned stubbornness.) But after struggling to walk at the mall the other day, I think that it’s time to just do it already.

It’s a part of the acceptance process.

Mer don’t walk so good, she needs assistance.


I might be visiting Alice in Texas. We’re still working on the details.

I love to fly, just put me on an airplane, ain’t got time to take a fast train.

If it pans out, she’ll be the first blogger that I’ve actually met in person and I’m going on almost 5 years now. She’s one of my best friends, so I’m not even nervous about it at all. We’ve talked on the phone numerous times and we still click. It’s almost audible.

Thankfully, we both like naps.

What’s been trending with you?

Do you like to fly on an airplane or do you prefer a fast train?