Would you like some nicotine with your lung cancer?
Who buy’s carton’s of cigarettes (barring old people), seriously?
AN EDIT, FROM THE BEDROOM PHILOSOPHER'S E-ZINE:
I don’t really have anything particularly interesting to say at the moment, but, as I’ve said before – I’m addicted to this shite, and can’t help but needing to ramble on about nothing in particular.
I’m liking Dan a little more at the moment. I feel completely petty about it, but he bought me a skirt yesterday, and while I don’t want to seem completely superficial, it made me like him a little bit more. But I need to explain that: Aside from my pathetic result of constant conditioning from my dad that money = love, I think the fact that he bought me this skirt that I absolutely LOVED but couldn’t afford shows me that he actually cares about me. That’s a sore point with me and him at the moment, as I’m feeling like he’s completely self absorbed, and loves me but doesn’t care about me… he care’s if I’m unhappy in certain situations, but only because that impacts on his life, because I get stroppy. But yesterday I wasn’t stroppy – actually was decidedly happy – but he bought me the skirt anyway, because he wanted to make me even happier. Just because. Now THAT is what I’m really loving. (or that’s what I’m telling myself). And it’s a very very nice skirt. From a Melbourne designer who I love but don’t have much of, because they’re quite expensive…
What else?
A co-employee of mine smells really good today. (oh, it’s a guy by the way). He walked past me before, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.
I just got my p.e.r.i.o.d. so that’s annoying – and possibly has something to do with my current infatuation with boys (hehehe, sooooo maybe I’m grasping at excuses), and my likingness of Dan – as I always seem to go either one way or the other around this time. Either I can’t stop saying ‘I love you’ or I get really really pissed off… I know… I’m a confusing little lass.
Um…
My quest to become a bonified Porn Star ever continues. See resume below↓
My quest to become a bonified Rock Star ever continues – but that’s going a little slower. In fact, it’s pretty much come to a stand-still.
Other than that, I’m very much enjoying eating some nice big strawberries, and trying not to feel sick. (not from the strawberries…. Eh? What? I don’t know….)
Um.
Ok.
AN EDIT, FROM THE BEDROOM PHILOSOPHER'S E-ZINE:
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TOP 10 POTENTIALLY SUCCESFUL ANTI-SMOKING WARNING LABELS
1. Smoking causes random chest pains that you keep writing off
as indigestion cos youve got the grandiose arrogance of a typical twenty
something and you think you can live forever you big poo basket.
2. Smoking only looks cool if you look cool to start
with.
3. Smoking causes you to carry a haze of pungency, causing
strangers to resent you.
4. Smoking is fun size suicide.
5. Smoking causes your potential non smoking partner to not
enjoy kissing you as much and if its down to you and someone else, your odds are
as skanky as that bile stick you cradle to like some self-defeatist thumb
sucking replacement.
6. Smoking, that old chestnut.
7. Smoking is so 1996.
8. Youll bung your lungs, cough Whitlam!
9. If vital organs could talk!
10. Look, just cut it out please!
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I don’t really have anything particularly interesting to say at the moment, but, as I’ve said before – I’m addicted to this shite, and can’t help but needing to ramble on about nothing in particular.
I’m liking Dan a little more at the moment. I feel completely petty about it, but he bought me a skirt yesterday, and while I don’t want to seem completely superficial, it made me like him a little bit more. But I need to explain that: Aside from my pathetic result of constant conditioning from my dad that money = love, I think the fact that he bought me this skirt that I absolutely LOVED but couldn’t afford shows me that he actually cares about me. That’s a sore point with me and him at the moment, as I’m feeling like he’s completely self absorbed, and loves me but doesn’t care about me… he care’s if I’m unhappy in certain situations, but only because that impacts on his life, because I get stroppy. But yesterday I wasn’t stroppy – actually was decidedly happy – but he bought me the skirt anyway, because he wanted to make me even happier. Just because. Now THAT is what I’m really loving. (or that’s what I’m telling myself). And it’s a very very nice skirt. From a Melbourne designer who I love but don’t have much of, because they’re quite expensive…
What else?
A co-employee of mine smells really good today. (oh, it’s a guy by the way). He walked past me before, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.
I just got my p.e.r.i.o.d. so that’s annoying – and possibly has something to do with my current infatuation with boys (hehehe, sooooo maybe I’m grasping at excuses), and my likingness of Dan – as I always seem to go either one way or the other around this time. Either I can’t stop saying ‘I love you’ or I get really really pissed off… I know… I’m a confusing little lass.
Um…
My quest to become a bonified Porn Star ever continues. See resume below↓
My quest to become a bonified Rock Star ever continues – but that’s going a little slower. In fact, it’s pretty much come to a stand-still.
Other than that, I’m very much enjoying eating some nice big strawberries, and trying not to feel sick. (not from the strawberries…. Eh? What? I don’t know….)
Um.
Ok.
posted by ekstasis at 3:44 PM
2 Comments:
I'm not sure if I'm correct in assuming this, but your your situation seems a whole lot like one I was once in (allthough there was NO expensive skirt style gifts), Rather than think about how confused you are, try to notice if there are "signs".... think about it, but maybe in about a week when you are not easy prey for confusion, til then have some chocolate and pot (or pot then chocolate).
hmmmmm yes.
I've been confused for many many months - it's not going to stop next week I don't think... hehe... I've been confused my whole life. :) About everything.
hhmmmmmmmmm choooooocolate......
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