5.14am
Its been a night of downloading Simpsons from the internet and chain smoking. The only lullaby that's left now are the shrill screeching of the alley cats fighting for dominance. You wanna reign over ditches choking with cockroaches? Be my guest Miss Meowr, I'll stay without riches in here.
I initially had a plan. It seemed like a great money saving plan. It would have been good for my health in the long run as well. The plan ... was to quit smoking. After I was done with my last pack of Pall Mall Menthol today, I was going to stop buying packs, and restrain the painful need to inhale passionately on the nicotine after food. Of course, the moment I had stepped out of the shower and discovered there only lay one lonesome stick in the pack, my reflexes gave Housemate a call and asked him to get me a brand new pack. Not even vaguely remember the ingenious (yet very impossible plan) I had two hours ago.
Not only after the sixth stick had been killed off in the ashtray, it dawned me. Oh fuck ... too late now innit? Maybe tomorrow. That's what they always say. Maybe tomorrow. Oh well. One thing at a time I suppose. I'm giving my discipline too much credit.
5.27am
REM - Everybody Hurts
Tonight ended with porn. Grade A extremely tastefully done Private company porn. With my other plans of finally turning celibate after 4 years of meaningless unsatisfying temporarily entertaining sex, I've decided to give it up. It's about time anyway. The past few times have been incredibly boring, halfway finding my thoughts on giving my nails a manicure once this was done and soaking my hair in conditioner for a special half an hour the next day. I didn't pity the fool, he was trying. Little did he know too. I bet his little Zeus would have shriveled up in shame if my thoughts suddenly appeared in glassy translucent bubbles above my head. I pity me. And the phase of life I'm currently stuck in. A loveless life after long grueling uninteresting hours at work, coming home to screeching cats.
Woe is me? Too much self pity indulging. I've get over this. I'm picking black for my nail polish again. Creature of habits aren't we all.
Its been a night of downloading Simpsons from the internet and chain smoking. The only lullaby that's left now are the shrill screeching of the alley cats fighting for dominance. You wanna reign over ditches choking with cockroaches? Be my guest Miss Meowr, I'll stay without riches in here.
I initially had a plan. It seemed like a great money saving plan. It would have been good for my health in the long run as well. The plan ... was to quit smoking. After I was done with my last pack of Pall Mall Menthol today, I was going to stop buying packs, and restrain the painful need to inhale passionately on the nicotine after food. Of course, the moment I had stepped out of the shower and discovered there only lay one lonesome stick in the pack, my reflexes gave Housemate a call and asked him to get me a brand new pack. Not even vaguely remember the ingenious (yet very impossible plan) I had two hours ago.
Not only after the sixth stick had been killed off in the ashtray, it dawned me. Oh fuck ... too late now innit? Maybe tomorrow. That's what they always say. Maybe tomorrow. Oh well. One thing at a time I suppose. I'm giving my discipline too much credit.
5.27am
REM - Everybody Hurts
Tonight ended with porn. Grade A extremely tastefully done Private company porn. With my other plans of finally turning celibate after 4 years of meaningless unsatisfying temporarily entertaining sex, I've decided to give it up. It's about time anyway. The past few times have been incredibly boring, halfway finding my thoughts on giving my nails a manicure once this was done and soaking my hair in conditioner for a special half an hour the next day. I didn't pity the fool, he was trying. Little did he know too. I bet his little Zeus would have shriveled up in shame if my thoughts suddenly appeared in glassy translucent bubbles above my head. I pity me. And the phase of life I'm currently stuck in. A loveless life after long grueling uninteresting hours at work, coming home to screeching cats.
Woe is me? Too much self pity indulging. I've get over this. I'm picking black for my nail polish again. Creature of habits aren't we all.
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