I smoked up topless last night. And it felt awesome.
It wasn’t premeditated, planned or anything like that. Just caught in-between a shower and halfway getting dressed. Reminds me that sometimes getting lost in the flow of life–instead of plotting and planning every move–is so randomly great.
Now, I am a plotter/planner control freak. This is why I will always have a clean towel for you when you come over. But I’m thinking about what else I can do topless. Suggestions are welcome.