If I were to describe myself I would say I come across as a bohemian. I practice yoga, drink and actually enjoy green smoothies and I use a recyclable water bottle. When looking at my unbrushed wavy locks, freckled cheeks, you’ll see my blue eyes gazing back at you. I have come to the realization from the number of people that have asked or hinted that believe me to be a total stoner. However, I am not the stoner that Young Thug describes in his single. I guess I just seem like the girl that would or could roll your next joint.
I ask myself why? I think it through. I guess I could see it. The prospect of myself. There are people that I instantly think are down to smoke out. However, I went ahead and asked those that surround me. Why? What is it that truly gives of this idea that I am that girl. What is the reasoning behind the assumption that I am that girl. The one that gets high on the daily.
You drink black coffee.
Oh. Who knew drinking black coffee was the ultimate sign of a girl who was down to go up on a Tuesday. I had no idea. So, as I order my Starbucks tall iced black coffee I am making a statement to everyone that I know that good kush. How did I not know this? Maybe because I am not a full time stoner mother f*cker.
When was the last time you brushed your hair?
Okay so I am not that girl. I spray this dry hair oil in my hair and I go. Sometimes, I may add a half up, half down somewhat interpretation of a braid. I always thought it was funny the girls that would pull out a brush in the high school bathrooms and start combing through their locks. Truly, I admired their dedication. However, I have a really good deep conditioner and I have way more important things to do then brush through those curls.
Your mantra is good vibes.
Well that’s the only vibes I like. I don’t know why more people aren’t feeling themselves up with the good vibes. Ya’ll need to let that shit go. I love the swirly emoji + peaceful face + sunflower.
You chill harder than most party.
I do. This is true. Let me go ahead and state that if I say, “I am chilling” it is not code for I am lighting up. You can probably find me sitting on my back patio, eating some bugles and drinking cheap moscato. Just saying that is my version of chilling.
You talk about it.
You don’t? Weed is fascinating. All the possibilities with it are truly endless. THC, the legalities and farms where it is grown are all immense ideas. Most people I know don’t mind a smoke sesh here and there. We talk. I also talk about polygamist and the mafia. However, that doesn’t make me a sister wife or the next Boss. However I am a boss ass bitch so maybe that is where some striked the confusion that I could also be a stoner?
Your SnapStory consists of food.
That has nothing to do with the known side effect of the munchies when you are high. I am a girl that loves food. I eat and I am not afraid to eat. I also enjoy pictures of pretty, yummy food so I figured ya’ll did too? I am not picky. Many people say the way to a guys heart is through food. Well call me a guy then because bring me food and you’ve got my heart. Seriously though, bring me food.
You lived in Southern California.
That was for two months. Just because you live in California doesn’t mean you have a medical card or are down to pass the ganja. Just sayin'.
Are you really that happy? Naturally?
Yeah. I know, this is me au naturale. No need for a substance that increases my love for life or people or myself. I already f*cking love everything and everyone. I choose to live my life through love. Happiness follows.
