Sleeping Naked is Green

So, some of you may know how I love to read. Others of you know that I'm a bit of a lazy hippie. Still others of you probably know that I'm on a huge Non-fiction book kick and I'm obsessed with quippy, quirky, sarcastic and sometimes self deprecating and insulting narrative accounts of random journeys for knowledge. Like cadavers, sex, assassins, going green and ghosts. Just to overly generalize a few of the last non-fictions that I've read. I'm starting to forget what I'm writing this blog about. Ah yes, quick reference to the title. The book I'm reading. The book is called "Sleeping Naked is Green" or as they refer to it in the book (and accompanying blog) SNiG. The whole premise of the book is that the author a girl from Toronto who is skeptical of the whole green thing changes one thing a day for a year. She makes jokes about the crap she does, admits when she cheats, and someone still manages to weave little stories through what essentially is a diary. It makes me giggle and has prompted me to make my recent google searches kind of embarrassing. Some of which include:
Composting toilets
How to make your own toothpaste
Green dating sites
How to make a cheap compost bin
Just to name a couple. Easily the most awful is green dating. Of which I perused two separate sites. Greensingles.com and veggielove.com. Gross. Also no one from Bellingham is on either site because Bellingham hipsters are way too cool for that. Which is precisely why whenever I get drunk and make a dating site profile I never put my photo on it. How atrocious to be recognized by someone I know.

Again I forgot why I started this entry. Um, read the book? Turn your own poop into an awesome way to feed your organic tomato plants? Which reminds me, I need to go get one of those metal cage things for my tomato plant which is growing like a weed and starting to tip over, it needs the metal tomato bra for support.

Also, my potential landlady was supposed to call me yesterday to set up a time to meet and sign the lease, but she never called, which I forgive as it was a holiday BUT I also need to notify my current place that I'm leaving by Friday and the super practical and completely skeptical side says don't tell them I'm out until I'm on a legally binding lease. Oh well, I've had too much time to sit around and stew lately.

OK, I'm going to put a picture on here so that maybe someone will read it. Happy July 5th everyone, who else was awoken several times by fireworks lighting off in your upstairs neighbors apartment (yes inside) and setting off car alarms!?!?

Happy belated America