ug.
due to a misunderstanding between a walgreens clerk and myself, i have been smoking Camel non-filtered cigarettes for several days.
woke up this morning with my lungs on fucking fire.
*hack*
i ought to stop. or at least get some proper smokes.
"Rosemary started drinkin' hard, starin' at her reflection in the knife. She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide; was lookin' to do one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, ridin' on the Jack of Hearts..."
due to a misunderstanding between a walgreens clerk and myself, i have been smoking Camel non-filtered cigarettes for several days.
woke up this morning with my lungs on fucking fire.
*hack*
i ought to stop. or at least get some proper smokes.
"Rosemary started drinkin' hard, starin' at her reflection in the knife. She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide; was lookin' to do one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, ridin' on the Jack of Hearts..."
no ones accused me of selling out. hell i dont talk to anyone really. if they did id probably punch them. its a personal feeling. the paradox. the part of me that is a dirty hippy and the part of me that wants to be a violent thug. you know the deal since you were there too. if mcdonalds is a career for me ill hang myself before 30. everyday i work i think of how itd look with a brick through the window. some day friends, someday.