Sex with Exes

Sorry for my absence; I’ve been getting some. 

It’s been a week— summer brings out EVERYTHING!  Old lovers, booty shorts, amazing music, sweaty drinks and bits the make you wet with desire!  It’s a wonder why we don’t gain weight in the summer. Oh yeah, I know why… it’s fucking 90 degree!  Can eat and drink that much. 

But the weather was schzo; this passed weekend was rainy, then sunny but cool… and none was right for the first day of the dance Africa festival.  Check out the troopers!  This was the moment my ex caught up with me. 

After many drinks (not my preference…ha!) and a bit of smoke; legs were parted, tongues found their way in small sweet spots that made my back arch.  mmmm… but it’s summer so no need to repeat… plenty of conquests to be made. 

After opening up doorways not passed thru before here is what we ate. 

energy to get back at it.

the islands

What do watermelon gazpacho, salted fish and kale in a tomato sauce and chocolate cake suprise have in common?  My dinner and buzz.

I am too tired to do anything more… do you think I enuf?

 

Really?

I’m a free loving individual… well maybe I am too much of a people pleaser.  I have a friend I’ve agreed to help out 2 years ago and he is still in my house!  It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he contributed something.  But all I hear is about how he can’t find a job, how hard things are on him, his declining health but he manages to drink my booze, eat my food and bitch about any housework to be done.  I mean, what planet are we on?  2 years is a fucking longtime to depend on anyone but continue to say that your companionship is what you have to give back.  Really?????  There is not enuf weed in the world to make me forget he hasn’t done shit!

So why keep him around… I’m not.  Court seems to be the only option… and how I hate that is has gotten there.  I rather do my part for the world and chill with my friends but strife in my house is something I can’t do.

I guess this entry isn’t too funny, sorry about that.  Just a fuck up weekend, like these turkey sausages. 

Well, off to try and mellow out….

Yummy

After 18 years of a 9-5; it’s nice to set your own work schedule but it’s not very lucrative as yet.  So as a perk, I start my days like a champ.

My day was alive with creativity and progress.  The only thing that was missing was fresh baked bread and maybe sex. Hmmm…

Do you find that when you are high; you are horny?  It’s like being in the mind of satisfying all cravings.  Be they sweet, salty or sexy…  Well I guess that makes sense… I would write those adjectives; I’m a foodie.  My life is about satisfy my cravings.

Well off to find a yummy bite….

Fried Pork

Craving something salty and sweet.  Lucky me, I cooked pernil yesterday.  Tonight… a perfect after toking snack, Fried Pork with orange fig marmalade…

The perfect balance of sweet, salty and fatty.

hmmmm…. I’m off for another fatty.

Sleepy craving

It occurred to me that when I’m high; I am most creative.  I tend to let it all go and free-fall into new thoughts.  Well, given food is super important to weed smokers; I thought a blog about food, weed and the shit that comes up when your high, would be funny.  Therefore, here I am… the high foodie.  Looking forward to sharing deliciously stupid stories- rolling a stiff now.