I went to West Herr. That is how serious I am about this flea thing. 

I told the nice salesman that I wanted to not have a leased jeep and would prefer a different vehicle paid for in cash. I want to take back a couple few shitty life choices, please.

 He asked in all seriousness, "American cash?" 😳

Turns out it was a really good idea to lease an EVehicle if you wanted one because by the time my lease is up, that vehicle will be worth half its projected sticker price. 

I cannot get out of this lease early because that Jeep has an E in its name so it won't be worth shit on the day of my last payment, which is August 11th, the day I will turn this toxic asset over to him. 

Two dates, one in February and one in August. 

It is not logical. It won't make life free just cheaper, it won't make it possible for me to quit working, it won't change much except how I feel (I hope). I hate this feeling, the feeling of being trapped essentially. 

I tried microdosing in yoga the other night. Nothing really happens with that, so I thought I would throw some heat at it. wth. When it got to the part where they tell you to relax all of your muscles internally and go through them, relax this relax that, I noticed that my jaw was clenched, of course. But also, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth down the back of my throat all the way down to the clavicle or whatever the fuck that is between your collarbones. 

That's the sensation of trapped. 

I really do not like that sensation. It's a problem.

manicure and a preroll #selfcare