Pull the ripchord the ship has lost its sail

Ashley suggested that I get a tattoo for my bday. However, this will not happen. There is nothing I like enough to have it permanently embedded in my skin. I remember when I got my tongue pierced (no to a tattoo...yes to a barbell in my mouth) there was this guy who had a tattoo outline of Jesus on his back and he was getting it filled in w/ color. It was the most awesome thing I've ever seen.

Today is so much better than yesterday. I literally threw a hissy fit in front of my boss b/c I couldn't find a pkg I was looking for. It was so awkward...she just stared at me, waiting for my head to start spinning.

I don't know what I want to do for lunch today. I brought the saddest sandwich that ever existed...it's just bread and turkey...no cheese. I can't live like this!!! I need my paycheck so I can buy cheese! And maybe some milk! Moving on...I hope one of my co-workers will be going to the mall so I can tag along and pretend shop. Really piss some salespeople off when I try on things, leave them on the floor of the dressing room, and then not buy anything. I'm sorry Ashley, I know you previously did the retail thing, I don't mean to insult your people. But I'm just too lazy to put the clothes back on the hanger. You can't be surprised...after all, I never refill the ice cube trays and only on occassion actually put the toilet paper on the toilet paper holder.

So I decided to quit smoking after my bday. Why? Well 1) Because it's slowly killing me and 2) Because I spend way way way too much money on ciggies. I decided to do a budget and realized how much I spent on those wonderful, I mean evil, cancer sticks. Let's just say it's a lot. A lot. Why can't I like things that are good for me? Like running and vegetables. Instead, give me a cigarette, a hamburger, and any alcohol that can be mixed w/ coke, and I'm set. Oh, and put me on a couch w/ a tv in front of me. That's a must for hours of pleasure. Did I just say pleasure? I meant enjoyment. I can't associate pleasure w/ me sitting alone on the couch.
R.