Entry for yesterday:
I fell on the bus this morning. Twice. It was the bus driver's fault.
Also, I have gum disease from never flossing and always smoking. I'm gross.
You know what's annoying? When people say, "I don't want to be a statistic," when in fact, whether you're the of the 40% of 15-year-olds who have had abortions or the 60% that kept it in their pants, you're still a statistic. That would be a cool name for a band. The Statistics. I can dig it. He can dig it. She can dig it. They can dig it. Hey, let's dig it. Can you dig it? Baby.
Ooo, we're ordering pizza today. Did you know that if the food is free, the calories don't count? True story.
I've been watching Growing Up Gotti and it's amusing in that fishbowl kind of way -- in which you know you could be doing something way better than watching people live their pathetic little lives, but really, why bother?
Indeed.
Exactly one square inch of my brain is working today. The part that keeps me from walking into walls. Not the part that keeps me from falling down. The part that allows me to say, "Thank you for calling Singer Associates." Not the part that allows me to say anything understandable besides that. The part that lets me realize, "Smoking kills." Not the part that gives me the will power to quit.
Hum.
one year ago today: nothin.
two years ago today: "and there is a moth dying next to me."
three years ago today: nothin.