Notes to Self #420

Self-memo RE:cowl neck blouses and smoking weed:

Dear Self,

Yes, you’re still a pothead…puff – puff – pass.

Being of the branch in the pothead tree that is populated by less socially glorified potheads; as in: the kind who find smoking utensils and miscellaneous pothead paraphernalia to be (in the spirit of the good Miss Pross from Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities) absolute nonsense; it is now a recognized necessity to NOT combine the two elements if I plan to leave the house.


what the person thought when I leaned over to sign a document and spilled like a quarter ounce out of the folds in my neckline from hours before – when I rolled a joint (and apparently spilled a bunch down into my shirt, somehow…


3 thoughts on “Notes to Self #420

  1. JunkChuck says:

    Ha.The spilled pot sounds hilarious and mortifying at the same time. As for the accoutrements, I get the minimalist thing, but there’s something to be said for inspiration. Did you see the photo of the football player released in some sort of revenge plot on NFL draft day? Now THAT is some brilliant paraphernalia.*450/Tunsil+Bong+Photo.jpg

  2. me says:

    L O L … 🙂