Really, really wrong fucking time to quit smoking. I really don’t know what the fuck is going on with anything anymore.
it’s like kicking the last things that I can count on being there for me out of my life when I need them most.
I pulled one smart move, though, and stuck the butt from The Last Cigarette into The Last Pack. Just open the pack and sniff.
Funny how that’s the sole source of support.
yeah, i know, woe is fucking me. fuck off. Fuck You.
Feeling quite irritable these days. Four out of five inannimate objects can attest to this.
I apologize to them.
In other news, the best line I heard today working on the Square –
About a 4 or 5 year old girl, whispered to her dad after I winked at her while she was walking by:
“Daddy, there’s someone *in* there!”
Thank heavens for little girls…