My day so far...

I have not managed to go for my walk ...yet. I am still deciding if i will bother today or not. I have however, had a busy and enjoyable day, out in the fresh air, and time has flown. Not once did i think about crawling back into bed.

That is a good sign.

I went shopping, and for once did not bother to spend any money. I have really wanted to buy some nice track pants/work out gear for on my walks. My track pants are slightly frumpy. I always feel so happy and good about myself when i go for my walks so it would be nice to feel kind of stylish in nice clothes...rather than baggy cotton trackies that are too long for me so the bottoms are all fraying. Being short sucks sometimes. Most of the time i like it. I have never wanted to be tall except for when i end up walking on my tracks pants, and when shopping for jeans.

I miss the days when it was trendy to roll jeans up. Was that ever trendy...or was that just me that did that? haha

Anywayyy...while driving out to Sylvia Park...i drove behind then pulled up beside the coolest truck in the world. (see collage) How awesome is it??? It is a 1956 Chevrolet...an absolute minter. By the sign writing on that beast of a vehicle, i think that is what the guy does for a living. Restores old cars. Anyway...that has to be the coolest car that i have ever seen in NZ and i am sure that man will read this and leave it to me in his will or some shit. I'm not even a petrol head. I don't obsess over cars. As long as it gets me from A to B...that is all i need...but that truck was cool. I had to hold up traffic taking photos and make a dick of myself so that i could show you.

I didn't find any work out clothing though. I'm not sure i can be bothered putting the frumpy trackies on today, and i don't want to miss the news tonight. I want to see the coverage on little Aisling. I don't go walking after dark. There was a spate of women getting attacked not long ago, while out walking at night. They were caught off guard because they were listening to Ipods and did not hear anyone approaching them. I can't go walking without the Ipod, and i don't like being out after dark on my own anyway. Being out after dark never used to worry me. Now it does. I wonder if that is lingering crackie paranoia?

I remember every time i used to go out at night, while i was living at the apartment, i used to always be so scared that someone would be down in that car park waiting to jump me. Or waiting in my carport. I used to spend ages peeking out my curtains looking out into the dark car park before i would venture out my front door. Then i would make sure i had my keys and everything i needed and i would bolt down there...jump in the car and lock all the doors straight away. When i returned home...i used to drive in the gate and then i would sit there, in my car, just inside the gate and watch it close, before i would drive on to my carport. I did this to make sure that no one followed me in. Then i would jump out of my car and literally run up the stairs, key ready....open the door and slam it as hard as i could. it was one of those heavy fire doors so i had to push it really hard for it to close fast.

Part of me thinks that was crazy crackhead paranoia, and part of me thinks that was just being realistic. I knew the kind of people that knew me...and knew i usually had that drug on me. They would have thought nothing of jumping me down there in order to steal a gram of P off me. Even the ones that called me their friend. I had a so called friend set me up like that once. The guy that she got to rob me did not get away with anything more than my purse with my wallet and ten bucks, a deodorant, and a lipstick, and i think my sunglasses case.

She got her own karma not long after...some guy ripped her off to the tune of 4k in a drug deal gone wrong. I made it home after nearly running the guy over in my car, without my purse, but with all my drugs in tact.

What a crazy world...so yeah...sometimes i think the paranoia that comes along with that drug is not just in the head. It is created by the bad and evil people that are addicted to that drug. It is real paranoia, because when associating with those people, you have every reason to be paranoid. The only thing those people are loyal to is the drug. The end.

Right...holy cow i went off track there didn't i?

I then spent a couple of hours gardening. I weeded and put up the bamboo sticks so that my tomatoes and climbing beans and peas have something to climb!

Phew...i went so far off track that i feel like i have done my walk.  I need a smoke now.

Back later. x