Sunday, December 7, 2014

Mary Jane and I

I wanted to share my very own medical marijuana story. Let me start by saying that I don't smoke pot. The reason is the extreme paranoia it brings. I get stuck in my thoughts and they're either about something bad happening in that very moment, such as the end of the world Or, how well do I know this person who is not my mom or dad...? Not much at all! Hence it's better to not know them at all. How strange is that, that I want to break up with everyone but my parents. Sure my parents are the two true loves of my life, but they can't be my only people....they drive me nuts.

But being the girl who always has to watch that bad movie everyone hates  just to see how bad it sucks -- having heard all the stories about how easy it is to get the card, I just had to find out for myself. And now that I know, let me just say I wish everything in life was as easy as getting a medical marijuana card.

Also Jason was in town. Jason is my goofier than life friend and every time we hang out, the crazies in us pop up.  He reminds me of Carlton Banks but with a sick and twisted sense of humor. Just how I like it. 

I don't know why I was nervous when I walked in to the clinic. Maybe because I thought they would take it seriously but the whole process took 5 minutes. I walked into the clinic and filled out a one-page form. Then they asked me to wait till the doctor called me in. The doctor called me into his room, asked me 3 questions. 2 of them were yes or no questions. 90 seconds later I came out of the room and my certificate was already printed out. Then they asked if I wanted a card with that, I said yes, they took a pic and printed that one right out too.

Of course we stopped by a candy store like dispensary and asked for the most uppy up upper kind of weed they had and walked out with some Mauie Wowie. 30 minutes later I was sitting in the cheesecake factory all freaked out because I had to walk under a very scary overpass that refused to end. By the way, have you noticed how the Cheesecake Factory sucks these days? Is it just me or did it used to be delicious cirka 2005 and now it's just dry and bland regardless of what your order? 

But back to the weed story. What do you think about the whole doctor process thing? I mean why have this parade? It's totally fake and so embarrassing. What does this really say about our country? We're allowed to pretend that this recreational drug is medical. Like wearing only a raincoat over lingerie and leaving the house...only not as fun. That doctor did not care about my answers, not one bit. So why not just make it fully legal? I can personally promise the the people who want to use it are using it, with or without the card.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Back again...

It's been months since the last time I wrote and I have no idea why. So many share-worthy moments has passed me by but my finger just didn't want to type. Is it still called writers block if you know what to write, just not how to write it? Or is it just pure laziness?

Anyhow, I'm back and hopefully I'll stay on track.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Hello From Iran!!

Yes, I'm back. Back in Iran and back on blogger. I've been trying to migrate to wordpress but it's not going well =[

Anyhow, last Friday my beautiful Bear dropped me off at LAX and I flew to Stockholm where I spent three very drowsy days, jet lag is getting harder with each year, and now I'm in Mehrshahr, Iran.

You may have seen my kickstarter campaign which is not going well either. There's 3 days left, but hope has left my body. However, being the lucky person that I am, my parents stepped in and offered a private cash donation which will allow me to take my documentary a little further. I just wasn't ready to give up on it all.

So I'm back where the heart is and I just have to say that Iran may just be the most amazing place to be during this season. The warm balmy air fills my lunges with happiness and the whole country has gone so floral and fruity that I feel like I'm in a cartoon. I feel very inspired to give the 100happydays challenge a second go. I think I will.

Of course I miss my parents, Bear and my little lamb-hound Tima but the distractions here are plenty and I think I will make it. 

It feels so good to be writing again!

Till the next post,

(farsi: Felan Khodafez)

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Sunday, July 27, 2014

100HappyDays - Day Three

Saw this picture today and my Leo pride just flooded! Yes, I am a Leo -- Energetic, Optimistic, Straightforward, Dominating, Egoistic and Arrogant and I Love It!

100HappyDays - Day Two

Been fussing over where to celebrate my birthday next weekend and today the answer came to me! If you haven't tried Bootie you haven't lived!

Saturday, July 26, 2014

#100HappyDays - Day One

Today my princess and I cooled off with some watermelon! 
I love that she's a foodie like me :)

Thursday, July 24, 2014


I needed this. I had so much fun with Happy video that I felt restless after it was finally posted. Today I came across this amazing challenge —I swear it's fate— called 100 Happy Days. Basically you post a picture of something that made you happy everyday for a hundred days. Well I signed up for it because I like happiness and I like taking pictures. I'm think it will reinforce appreciation and gratitude for life. Prepare to see lots of photos in the upcoming 100 days =)

Here is more info if you're interested:

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Cash Only

New perspectives are so interesting. Especially when it comes to something regular. Today I was handing over a $20 bill to the cashier at my local Trader Joe's and suddenly I noticed my hand. Usually I always focus on their hands to make sure I don't drop anything but today it was as if I saw something for the first time. Naturally I've seen this before but this time I noticed it. I focused on it. I literally watched my hand as if a camera had closed up on it as it moved away from my body with the double folded $20 bill between my index and middle finger, reaching for the cashiers hand.

Then another thought hit me. How interesting is it that we deal with cash? These powerful pieces of paper allows me to walk into a store and pick stuff that I want and take them home. The whole process is so ordinary, yet so interesting. I swear I was having an out of body experience while buying eggs and milk. And the yummy chocolate in pink packaging.

I did good today... I only bought what I needed and one extra thing. Usually I want to try everything in the store.

Finally as I was walking out the store thinking about the paper that is money, I thought to myself how much I love money. It's pretty and looks different in each country but you can always trade it for the things you want. There is so much that I want. Not necessary materialistic things but things. So yeah, dear God, send me some money. Or lead me to money. Guide if you will. Show me the way. Let's go. Chop Chop.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Cigarettes Don't Kill, Police Officers Do!

Today I saw a horrifying video clip and I haven't been able to breathe right since. I feel like my lungs shrank a bit. Eric Garner died in the streets of NY after a police officer put him in an illegal chokehold. They say he was being arrested for selling illegal cigarettes. That makes everything worse. I can't believe I live in a country where citizens can be choked to death for selling cigarettes. Even if it is illegal. The brutality of the police these days is just unbearable and don't say they're not all like that because enough of them are for something real to be done and the possibility that nothing will be done is disturbing. I mean if a neighborhood watch participant can murder a 17 year old boy armed with candy and get away with it, why wouldn't a police officer get away with killing a man for selling cigarettes? I don't know why I keep say a police officer when there was five or six of them. Not one of them did anything to stop this from happening. It's eight times more likely to be killed by a police officer than a terrorist. Soon the police force will beat cigarettes and cancer too.

I feel like the world is really coming to an end. There is no law or justice left.