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Running out of gas in "the hood" & the kindness of strangers

*A fancy SUV stops beside me at the red light and rolls down the passenger window*
The Mom: Hi, are you ok?
Me(flustered as this has never happened to me before): Hi! My car just stopped for no reason....I think I might be out of gas
-A little girl sits in the passenger seat and I hop into the back seat. It's covered in Valentine's Day chocolates and a raffle ticket bucket. The whole car smells like vanilla lip gloss-
The Mom: You ran out of gas in a dangerous neighbourhood!
Me: Ya....
The Mom: That is the middle of the hood. Drug addicts and gangs
-we drive to a gas station and then back to my car-
After I fill my car up with the red jerrycan I run back to their SUV
Me(gushing): Thank you guys SO much...you are my angels
The Mom(smiling at the little girl): We are Valentine's Day angels
We exchange numbers and make plans to meet up later.
For Valentine's Day I got 2 new friends 
and faith in the kindness of strangers.

Labels, matter?

A three year old child in my family ripped all the labels off all the canned goods in the cupboard circa 1980. For privacy reasons thy shall remain nameless.
For months my Mom would open mystery cans and make dinners out of whatever happened to be inside. A peach could become a variety of things, peach cobbler, a smoothie....cereal topping. 
But still, a peach is inherently a peach. 
Because of the hilarity of mystery dinner nights I cannot deny the convenience of labels.
For canned goods.

Friends everywhere!

*Checking out Iphones

Him(rocking the man bun with shaved sides, thick accent): We have the same haircut!
Me: Totally! Haha!
Him: Do you use Siri?
Me: No I tried it once on my old phone but it didn't really work
Him: Oh hunny, it works now! Even with my accent! You can ask it anything! Siri, how old is Cameron Diaz?
-Siri female robot voice chimes in-
Me: Haha! You are awesome!
Him: YOU are awesome!

I make friends everywhere lol

Orientation

As long as I am being a good person and genuine it shouldn't matter who I am dating. The people who matter the most know I am an individual person separate from who I am in a relationship with.
And my sexual orientation isn't the only glue in a real friendship. 

Built to feel

-hanging with my friend-

Him: You are so sensual
-I smile at him-
Him: So affectionate.
-I shake my head no-
-he shakes his head no but with question mark eyebrows-
Me(trying to be serious): Nope, not affectionate at all.
-we both laugh-

the only crime is withholding real love.
and disrespecting your body.
we are built to feel

Sunday Funday Video

:)
finally kicked the flu(fist pump)
stoked to go see friends!