I hadn’t scheduled dinner or relax time or bedtime in my Google Calendar because I’m not a psychopath.
But Simi’s Simisola was good for the pain.
It’s funny, the cannabis industry folk here are always talking about “reducing stigma,” but I can often spot my fellow dudes who are also going to the weed store.
I can conservatively estimate that I own 6,000 different items of activewear, and only four of them—comprising two full outfits—are nice to look at.
One is a neon set that makes me look like a beautiful Olympian; the other involves a pair of short shorts that cut my thighs in the ideal way.
A gym promotion promises to get your body ready for anything, but how mushy does it want your mind?