2003-02-14
Pissy HAPPY
First off: BRIGHT EYES IS GOING TO MONTREAL AGAIN. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I am so happy I could pee.
So I've quit smoking. I've done much better than I have ever done in a long time with this qutting thing. I've faltered a couple times but the overall effect is me smoking 95% less than I use to. So I don't gorge myself on a shit load of food, I've adopted to gorging on a shit load of water. This has caused frequent trips to the washroom. I'm waiting for someone from the water committee at work to approach me and demand that I up my contribution. I've already planned my response: "Whatever." followed by me running underneath my desk screaming "The birds! The birds!" One important thing I've learned in life is people stop pestering you about minute problems when they realize you have bigger problems to worry about like your mental stability. It took hours for me to think that up at work, but hey, that's what I'm paid for.
I know no one will ever approach me about going to the washroom three times an hour here, though. I don't work at freakin' MBNA any more, where they like to monitor and statistically analyze things from how quickly you pick up the phone to how many times you clap in a minute when someone's getting promoted from one shit paying job to another. Nope. In the government they'd rather statistically analyze what you thought about just before Christmas.
I broke the news yesterday to dad, the man I buy cigarettes from. My friend Kara and I started calling him dad when I moved into my building. (It was during our whole "let's pretend we are in an ongoing episode of Beverly Hills 90210" phase. We were fishing for character fills and the man lived in our buildling). He took the news like any dad would. He told me that he was extremely proud of me and that I made a good decision. He gave me words of encouragement and suggested that I stop drinking alcohol because I have a better chance to succeed. Afterwards I felt like 'Oh shit. I cannot buy cigarettes ever from him again when (not if) I fail.' It's like I still have to hide when a boy is sleeping over or get rolling papers when he is not around...cause well, you know, he's Dad. I know he'll catch on if I start saying "The cigarettes are for my friend." He's too smart for that. He's dad.
Well I best be off for a much needed pee break.
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popnoir at 6:17 p.m.