Boy, this has been one hell of a work week! The auditors were on the premises for the past month and everyone has been slicing throats, stomping on stilettos and pointing acrylics. I have decided to stow away and enjoy a quiet weekend at home – just me, myself and I along with a little Chinese take-out and a few chilled bottles of Pinot.

After relaxing in a soothing pile of bubbles, I slipped into my Chenile robe and plopped  my exhausted body onto the sofa with my feet propped up and the remote in my hand I am ready to veg out.  I suddenly made a conscious decision that Mary Jane would be an excellent accompaniment to this lovely evening.  So, with the flick of my lighter  I inhaled repeatedly to welcome  my guest.  Ahhhh, it’s so nice of me to invite her over after an arduous work week in the corporate jungle – MJ sure knows how to do that thing that she does so well, makes me forget all about the ass kicking’s I’ve been taking all month…

OHHH shit!!!  I forgot to leave the keys in the mail box at the office for the maintenance workers.  My boss will murder me if it’s not spic and span on Monday. Crap, I better swing over and do it now before I find myself stalking my mailbox for my unemployment stipend. Where the hell are my keys??? I know I left them right where I always do, where could they have disappeared to? Someone must have moved them -Oh yeah, I live alone, shoot. As I frantically searched every crevice of my tiny /1;   MJ was kicking in with every passing second, meanwhile I’m trying to stay focused on the task at hand ——->  “look for the keys, look for the keys”…

You know, all this looking reminds me of a thought I was having just before I remembered, that I forgot to remember to leave the damn keys in the mailbox… Mary has me I thinking – Where does shit go when you loose it? Is it just sitting somewhere chuckling and watching you  while you look for it? Is it hiding from you because it doesn’t want to be found? When you do find it, was it because you found it? Or because it wanted to be found? Well, I don’t think anything every really gets lost, it’s simply in another place of which you don’t know of. Yeah that’s it, it’s not lost, it just relocated. Lmfao,

Why are you listening to me? There’s weed in my coffee remember? )