best part of my day so far?

Discovering Chuckles in the office vending machine. Rewind about 15 years....picture ten-year-old Regina dripping wet after swim team practice, hanging out at the RCC pool, carefully opening a pack of Chuckles. Chuckles have always come in a certain order: red, yellow, black, orange, green. I would always start at the green end, there fore saving the best flavor -red, duh- for my last bite. Each individual Chuckles has five lines that crease across the top of each delicious jelly candy. So naturally, I consumed each Chuckle in five bites. Nibbles, really. Five bites, six Chuckles, this process took me a while, but so worth it when i got to that final, red Chuckle. Today, after not tasting a Chuckle for a good 10 years, I began my snack in usual form- on the green end. The sugared rectangles were smaller than I remembered and dividing each piece into five individual bites was nearly impossible as my teeth must be bigger now, or my patience smaller. The yellow flavor still sucks, my taste buds still go numb by the time I reach the black. Chuckles, after all these years have stayed true to form-- no tropical or extreme flavors for these candies. Green, Orange, Black, Yellow, Red. Kudos to Chuckles for not giving into marketing ploys or fancy packaging or advertising in general. I like my Chuckles just the way they are.

let us

let's go home, let's go out, let's go to the party, let's get drunk, let's do a shot, let's take a walk. let's listen to the band, let's go to eat, let's go see, let's go swim, let's go to lisbon. let's have a talk, let's have a snack, let's enjoy the view, let's go to the bar. let's take a hit, let's take a drive, let's take a sip, let's have a smoke. let's spare some change, let's blow a wad, let's wait and see, let's jump right in, let's have tea. let's take a cab, let's make a call, let's go to bed, let's have a ball, let's just enjoy the show.

home alone

since many of you don't know about this little blog of mine, i've decided to start typing and just see what happens. just for my own amusement, indulgence and satisfaction. i have been sans roomate going on a solid four days now. i've stopped wearing pants. i still wear underwear, but not pants. i hate lounging in pants, especially jeans, and now i finally have the opporotunity to do away with them all together. it's fun. i just realized i can now smoke in the house if i am so inclined. i can SMOKE and NOT WEAR pants at the same time! but it's summertime, and the porch is more enjoyable anyway. except i can't go on the porch without feeling guilty since i am surrounded by many pots of cute of cute little flowers that i am too lazy to water. they look at me. they look at me so helplessly. i know i should water them. but the water is so far away. all the way in the front of the house. and the porch is on the back. so smoking on the porch leads to a staring contest with the marigolds and i leave the porch feeling worse than when i came out. maybe i should smoke inside. do you think i should turn off the ac if i do? is it like in the car? is that even true? if you turn off the ac when you're smoking in the car it won't get so smelly as if you had left it on. because for years now, i have been automatically turning off the ac when i smoke in the car. i hope that's true, i'll be mad at the person who told me that if it's not. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. actually, you probably don't. you probably forgot that you told me somethiing that has influenced my nearly habits for years. wow. that makes you pretty important and you don't even realize it! that's pretty powerful shit. i wonder if i've ever off handedly said something that has affected someone's daily habits without even realizing it. i hope not!