lung and wiener hype.

Yesterday, I got to bum a few smokes off of someone I wish I could see more often. Let me just say that it was pure pleasure. Camel, pleasure to burn. That slogan doesn't kid. I know why I quit, and that would be because I can't afford to pay for that habit anymore. It's not because I know it's bad for me, and because all my friends and my mother hate it...it is purely out of the fact that I'm broke. Plain and simple. And if I hit the lottery tomorrow, you're damn right the first thing I'd buy would be a carton of smokes. But I don't play the lottery, so there.

All I really want to say is that I enjoyed my yesterday. Oh, and that on my way home from work I passed the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile. Rock! That's the second time in my life that I've seen one of those Wienermobiles...and each time I had this rush of extreme silliness go through my body. Ha. Pure happiness comes from a giant wiener on wheels.

clips of a conversation.

I just sent Katherine an email, and I realized that it seems like something I would normally write here, so here's what I wrote her this morning:


Holy crap...it's a nice day today. If there's one thing I love about living here at my new place, it's the fact that I can wake up in the morning, make some coffee on my way to the bathroom and then step outside to water and sit with my plants while getting my recommended daily ten minutes in the sun so my body can produce its vitamin D. Life is good.

For the past two days, I've been really thinking about cigarettes. Mind you, I haven't had one in a little over two months, maybe close to three...I dunno, it's been a while that's all I know. I'm starting to jones. I keep trying to occupy my time so I don't think about it, but every time I'm idle which is often, all I can think is, "Man it sure would be nice to have a cigarette right now." I mean, I just took a pause from writing this and I was thinking about how nice it would be for a smoke break. I was at Rite Aid last night and I was just staring at the cigarette wall with envy. I'm beginning to not feel right about myself...like I'm a farce. But at the same time, I know it's for the better that I don't smoke. Sigh...why can't they just sell single cigarettes? Just one, that's all I need to remind me of how good and bad they are.

Dude, last night, I couldn't sleep because I had the worst stomach pains, and I was thinking about your ulcers and how your pains when you get them are probably like five times as bad...and so, I feel for you cause that was terrible. I was up until like 4 a.m.

I just felt like shooting the shit. Have an awesome day!


See, I told you so.

all the while, she is still doing fine.

For awhile there, I myself, thought that I was dead. I've been working assloads of hours, and I really don't have much to show for it. I guess having your bills paid is something, but it's really nothing. I find it silly that we work just so we can live. There is absolutely no time to enjoy anything...well, there is but it's limited – a few hours here and there.

So, the new place on Wallace St. is great. I love it so much. On my days off I get to tinker around out on my patio, pulling weeds and planting seeds. It's nice out here. I'm in the city, but it feels like I'm out in the suburbs, because at night there's no annoying city sounds like the d-bags blaring their car systems, or the crotch-rocket gangs revving out to South St. This is the life.

At the beginning of September, I'm going to Louisiana to visit the parents. Billie and Patrick are coming also, so the whole family will be there. Since we're flying into Houston, and since Liz lives there, my dad made her by tickets for the game that weekend. We're all going to the Astros vs. Cardinals game on the 3rd. My mom hates baseball and she gets so bored at games. Oh well, I plan to down a few good too many beers with Billie and Pat, and my dad. It'll be good fun.

The library assistant position is still happening; not immediately, but it's happening. Nice, eh? My plan is this: work in the library, and then infiltrate the graphic design department since they only have two graphic designers.

Despite the fact that I barely make enough money to get by, I've been enjoying my life. Rusty and a few others have said that 23 was a bad age for them. I'm not them. My 23 is alright.