I can’t count the amount of times in my life where I’ve seen people taking photo with or of the sign for the exit to the city of Weed, in California. Every time, I get a little confused as to how just that word is compelling enough to get you to unsafely stop the car, get out on the side of the highway, and have the valiance to ask a friend to take your photo with this metal heap. That thought obviously doesn’t make too much of an impact on me, judging by how instinctually I ask to stop the car at any given speed or moment. The last time this happened, was when some friends and I were driving home from an event in the woods and I spotted a sign for South Leggett. In my bestworst MC Hammer voice I made an awesomelyawful observation that that sign was So Leggett, that it could’t quit. We all agreed to unsafely stop the car, get out on the side of the highway, and I valiantly asked out 5th passenger to take a very parent-loving 90′s rap group photo of us with this metal heap.
Sometimes when theres an opportunity to break up a mundane day with anything unique, its exciting to forget about caution and do a fly girl dance in front of it! I now love taking photos in front of metal heaps.
Heres some other things I love about life:
when someone asks a general group for the time, and you’re able to respond before anyone elsefashionable pets
walking dogs (thanks to Alex, for the lovely note that was on my desk when I got back from one of them)julienned kale saladshand-me-downs that end up becoming your favorite itemsfinding abandon roomsLlama fonts, for when you want to say it in llama…