| I'm sardonic.
That is my new favorite word.
I guess you could describe the way I am laughing right now as....laughing sardonically.
I think the dictionary is my new favorite book.
I should be packing right now....and I've been telling myself that since I woke up this morning.
I never was a good packer. This coming week should be interesting.
Oh, I am sick of playing love doctor. Why the fuck am I always the person people come to for relationship advice? I know nothing about relationships. I've never had to work hard at a relationship, because honestly, I've gotten pretty much every guy I've wanted and my breakups were mild. I hold no grudge or bitterness because most of the time it was mutual, or me doing the dumping. Of course, I have had to deal with the occasional love-stricken halfwit but I just give them a pacifier and leave them to rock in their corners until they're sober again. Not to come off as braggy or anything but that's honestly how it is. I'm a spoiled brat.
Whatev. I've exhausted my sudden blogging desire past it's limits and I'm bored.
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| I want a cig.
Haven't smoked in 6 months, went cold turkey and sometimes I hate myself for using my reason. Anyone who says smoking doesn't make you look cool was a damn liar. I made smoking look sexy. There's something elegant (to me) about holding a cigarette. But I'm not going to get all philosophical about it. I'm just pissed because I want one really bad but I know I won't do anything about it and will probably end up drowning my cravings in Rold Gold pretzels like usual.
God, this sucks. Stupid Conscience. Stupid health class.
I could totally sit and watch Anthony Bourdain smoke packs and packs of cigs and never get bored. Seriously. It is so amazingly attractive to me.
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