But I will keep it up on the list because I need the constant reminder.

I have really, really good intuition. I always know when something’s going down. So of course, I’ve had moments where I’ve kicked my own ass when I’ve ignored my sixth sense. The times I’ve ignored it, I’ve paid dearly.

Well, last night, with this all weighing in on my subconcious, I attended Ozzfest. I had this sinking feeling in my gut. My boyfriend asked me to stash some weed and a pipe in my purse, in a place where security guards normally dont look. I put the pipe in there, feeling uneasy about it (which I NEVER do—feel uneasy, that is. It usually works) so I took the pot and put that in my bra instead.

As it was when we got to the front and had our stuff inspected, they DID find the pipe and merely threw it away. My pot, however, in the bra, was still very much intact. I’d been thinking earlier all day about how I needed to be careful and not get busted right now, and I managed to avoid the one time I would have been. Woo!