cookies

The grocery store knows we are willing to pay top dollar for certain cookies, and so, they won't produce store-brand versions. It is a pretty smart route. I really wanted to buy a generic, cheap brand of chocolate, minty cookies. Also known as thin mints. Instead, I spent 4$ on a small package of Keebler grasshoppers. Which are extra delectable when kept in the freezer. I just had to have them, and the grocery store knows this. And so, as mentioned above, they do not sell a cheap version. They capitalize on my weakness. Which is understandable, since they are a corporation.

And then, there are those humans (whom I do not appreciate); those people who capitalize on weakness.

The Whambulance is Better Than the Fire Truck

I hulahooped with fire on the 4th of July at a party. Almost everything went wrong and almost everything went right... AT THE SAME TIME! How is this possible?

My hulahoop was left out in the torrential downpour during CAMP CRAZYTOWN a few weeks ago. The wicks were wet forever. The new crappy fuel I got would not light the wicks at the party. The whole hoop was sticky- really sticky, fucking up my hands, because the tape on the inside all came off and there was gunk all stuck there. So, not the most ideal. And I burned my hair for the first time. Not badly. And I dropped the hoop a million times.

However, I did put on a show, and I did have a good time. It was hard to really get into what I was doing since I was so saddened and alarmed by the stuff that went wrong. But it was a good time, and the firetrucks did not have to come. Now, I will get goo-gone stuff to get the goo off the hoop, and I will not be using that sub-par fuel. By the way- thanks Daniel(l)e Viscosi and Reilly for helping me light the hoop. You were lifesavers. Oh, and the strawberry vodka I have been doing is TOO GOOD FOR ITS OWN GOOD. You have been forwarned. I went through 3 1.75 liter bottles of my infused vodka in 24 hours. 2 strawberry, one mango. Oh yeah, and a liter of pineapple the next day.

Also interesting was the day after July 4, when I was lucky enough to go on this boat shaped like a dragon. Wow! It was made from garbage found in the water in the 1980's by the Rockaway Artist Alliance. Cool people and a perfect day. I drank alot in the sun, which is unsual for my nocturnal self. Perhaps it was being on boat that contributed to my change of habit. I should be aware when I have my radiostation (and my pony) on my boat LALA.