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Positive thinking has always been a stumbling block for me. I know that our thoughts have a major impact on our response to life and sometimes the outcome of situations. Still the “Negative Nelly” in me tends to turn my mental space into a minefield of nay-saying and worst case scenarios.

I’ve written before about the things I’ve tried to help me help myself in this regard. In some cases I’ve gotten better but I know that there’s a long way to go. One of the things that I’ve found that has really made a difference is my daily email from The Universe. Each weekday morning I wake up to a note from The Universe sitting in my inbox, they are non-denominational and encourage positive thinking, remind me of the good in life and just generally make me smile. My weekday ritual is to wake up and before doing anything else I read my email from The Universe and try to commit to memory what lesson it’s trying to convey so I can reflect on it during the day. If you’d like to sign up (it’s free) simply click here. It’s a nice moment of the day and hopefully it does as much good for you as it has for me :)

Gotta get the bummer post off the top here…things are going well :) New people have come into my life that have showed me that it’s time to get out of my head and back into living. I find myself more happy than sad these days, there’s been more excitement and reasons to smile lately.

I hope this all continues on an upward swing, God knows I need it. Like Dory says “Just keep swimming!”

I’m starting to get that nasty feeling creeping in again. The one where I feel like I’m being caged in. Ugh. I can’t wait for the day when this won’t happen anymore…

Life changes have been happening on a grand scale around these parts lately. The back story shall follow one day but currently I find myself having landed in a one bedroom apartment in a complex that seems to be completely inhabited by the entire pot smoking population of this city.

That’s right…the entire pot smoking population of this city…right here in my complex.

Super.

When I first moved in I was aware that my apartment had this…uh…scent about it. I just assumed it was that the previous tenant smoked cigarettes in here and I was smelling the leftover stench.

Yeah. Not the case.

The smell, I found out, is actually every single neighbor I have toking up at all hours of the day and night thereby clogging the air ducts with the poignant skunk smell which no matter what scent of candle from Bath and Body Works I burn or how many I light at the same time I can’t get it to dissipate. Even my kick ass Balsam Fir candle is no match for the great ganja aroma that has permeated this enitre place.

I’ve been here for a week and have witnessed girls who by all accounts appear much younger than I (and one looked pregnant no less) sitting out in the common courtyard rolling and then smoking a joint. Can we pause here and just say – ‘Yay for the future!’

Walking past other apartments I find myself going though these “clouds” of smell…someone isn’t ventilating cautiously…then again I don’t think they really care.

Today I got home and was laying in bed looking out my sliding door where three guys were in the parking lot and just plopped down on a curb and proceeded to puff puff pass right then and there.

I’m beginning to wonder if there was something I missed in the lease agreement that required me to be stoned at least part of the day…like a Pothead HOA kind of deal. Which kind of concerns me. Will I be evicted for a lack of Bob Marley posters in my apartment?

Beings that I live in the desert and it’s fucking hot I have no choice but to keep running my A/C which isn’t helping the stink in my place via air duct contamination. But on the bright side at least now I understand why I’ve gone through seven bags of Cheetos since I moved in!

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