It is Saturday in the land of Demon. I have a cup of coffee and it is 9:41, I am stalling with the whole "shovel out the car, make a path way to the car, kill the plow guy for not knowing how to plow a drive way" Is it wrong to write the word bitch on the money that I give him? I think it is illegal, like defacing national property?
I don't care... I need a smoke... usually I am an asshole until I get one, addiction is as good as a Junkie hooker trying to shiv you, so she can take your wallet. Winston is my poison, what is yours? If you do not have one and think smoking is disgusting, well good for you. You will live longer then me. Oh yeah and good morning and all that jazz.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
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4 comments:
my poison is pleasure!
I am all about balance... if I upset it my mental ability suffers. I am lucky that I suck at keeping things equal.
LOL you're lucky:)
Well sure anything to an extreme is detrimental, even food. Aging fixes that!
Glad you came by, really enjoyed reading your insight!
My poison...hmmm. I am sure I have one. Food? A few too many drinks on an empty stomach last night? How about just the general "overindulging"? That fits perfectly. I use to smoke in my early twenties, but alas I met my husband and he despises smoking (funny really, both his parents smoked). He wouldn't even consider dating a woman who smoked. I quite, but not just for him, for my kids too and my health. But, I have plenty of other "issues" to make up for not smoking. ;)
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