You know, I didn't really think quitting smoking would be this difficult. I kinda figured after a few days the need would just sorta vaporize.
Cuz I really fuckin' want a cig right now an' it's been like a fuckin' week.
What really pisses me off is those god-damn Truth.com commercials. Every time I see one of those It's like a subliminal message screaming at me to smoke. "Cigarettes iz fulla poop and pee! Do you want one now?"
Fuck yeah I want one.
So in addition to e-cigs I've taken to drinking to offset this particular addiction. Is that healthy? Prolly not, but I got a lot of liver left. Also getting sloshed typically helps me write. Except now. I ain't finding shit in the bottom of these bottles. Maybe I haven't bought the right brand. Kiss my ass, Jack Daniels, you failed me. Do that again and I'll start buying Jim Beam, or Wild Turkey, or even Canadian Club. None of us want that, do we?
Something else... Oh yeah. So I had this dream last night that I was hoping was like a... what do they call those? Precognition. Anyhow, in this dream I won a lottery for 200,000k. One of those scratch off thingies. In the dream I knew it was a dream cuz that kinda shit doesn't happen to me. If something awesome is happening I always know it's a dream. However, the dream kept trying to convince me that it was really happening. Even dreaming in color and having completely comprehensible conversations with other people in the dream, instead of the sloppy insane conversations I usually have. I even accurately worked out how many years I could prolly live on 200,000k without working. After all that I still woke up to discover that it was all a dream.
So later I bought a scratch off that had a top prize of 200,000k. Prolly goes without saying that I didn't win.
Maybe I wasn't supposed to buy it that same day.
5 years, 5 months ago
18 Aug 2013 12:38 CEST