Tahoe OG Kush

Looks like this belong to “The Nug” but I sourced this from famous cat blog
ilovegrowingmarijuana.com

Type: Indica

Dispensary: Denver Kush Club

THC- ~18%

I really like this strain. It’s nice and fat and it’s just a great, clean smoke. It smells strongly of pine and lemon, like pinesol furniture polish. I bet it’s like getting a hug from Star Jones, before she slimmed down.

Not to say slim people can’t be great huggers, they totally can be. It’s so important you don’t misunderstand me on this. But let’s be real: Plus-size Star hug ftw.

Also Tess from Touched By an Angel can join this hug, because she makes me laugh, like this weed. It’s got a light giddy silliness that goes along with a nice, relaxed body feel. You won’t be glued to anything though, just a frog on a log. Also, you know what? Tess is all shade behind that fake bitch smile she fronts. Who is she judging? Fuck her, actually.*

*I went to The Google to find supporting evidence for my unfounded hatred for Tess… mostly by typing “Tess,” “Touched by an Angel,” and “Bitch.”

And, uh, not only did I find no one else to back me up… it also turns out there is…. how do I put this? more than one Touched by an Angel fanfic just hangin’ out on the web.

I have a fanfic section on this site. Do not go there if you are trying to find Touched by an Angel fanfiction. You will not find it there. You shouldn’t find it anywhere, but for god’s sake you won’t find it here.

So, to resume: Tahoe is pretty cool.

NaNoWriMo Approacheth

Yeah, I know it isn’t until November, but if you think I’m bringing this up too early, I have one question for you:

Biiiiiiiitch, do you even know?

https://www.nanowrimo.org/

It’s been on my mind for some weeks now that NaNoWriMo will be upon us shortly. The event has crept back into my vocabulary in a couple of conversations, and it’s been shocking to me that, both times, the reference fell flat, like a cardboard pancake, on too many commas.

(Seriously, I’ll watch the commas this year).

The Breakdown

NaNoWriMo is a portmanteau of National Novel Writing Month. It’s free to sign up. If you participate, you’ll join thousands of other writers of all abilities, traditional, and otherwise, as they run, nay, sprint, towards 50,000 written words during the month of November.

50,000 words in the month of November works out to 1,667 words per day. Does that daunt you? bore you? excite you?

Good- it should. Because, by the end of the month, 1,667 words will evoke the shortest of evenings and the longest of nights, easy trysts of sing-song words, and dark, sordid weekends out behind the dumpster with Trisha, ‘The Fix,’ Malone.

You will find yourself asking, “where is this all going?” and “why am I doing this?” and saying outloud, “this is so stupid,” and “I can skip one night,” and “oh god, I shouldn’t have skipped last night, because I forgot about tonight.”

This is a mental marathon and an excellent way to start a project, build confidence, and remind yourself that you can do a lot more than you think when you just put one foot in front of another, each and every day.

So sign up, damnit!

PS- How will the brother and sister below confront a mysterious murder that’s left their neighborhood in shock? I don’t know. I’ve just made them up. See? Fun.

“What made you think you could have it?”

“Have what?”

“My birthday cake,” said Katy. Her voice cracked like stressed-out leather as she peered at the sad, paper plate smeared with frosting and crumbs.

Duncan smirked, “I didn’t see your name on it.”

“But, it literally had my name on it!” Katy protested.

Duncan shook his head, quite vehemently, to the contrary.

“No, don’t you see? They spelled it ‘K-a-t-i-e.’ Different name, different person. Nicer person, in fact. You don’t see K-a-t-i-e over here yelling at me.”

Katy broke down. She’d been dieting all week, fantasizing about some of that delicious birthday cake. And now, it was gone.

“You’re especially awful,” she sobbed, “and now I’m not at all ashamed that I’ve drowned your hamster.”