This weekend was a decent one, besides the relapse I mean. Went to a cool concert, worked my tail off (always a source of amusment), and got a great late christmas present from Amanda. And Katie, presumably.

They'd told me I was getting this present, but not what it was. Well, Katie had let on that it was a t-shirt that was meant to be mine. Not just meant to be mine, but it would have "been a sin" for me to be without it. This of course peaked my interest, and I had been trying to figure out just what it could be.

For weeks I had to suffer the wondering, Katie had said this about the 2nd of december. Then, when the day of gifting rolled around I was told by Amanda that it had sold out. I would have to wait. But it would be worth it, she assured me.

And, by golly, it was. Just saturday night, she presented me with the shirt. And, friends, let me tell ya, it is the holy grail of corn ball shirts.

In large letters across the top it asks "Got your tickets?" And underneath "To the gun show" with arrows pointing towards my enormous howitzer arms. Ha! I love it! Katie was absolutly right, it is the best shirt ever! I was so dumbfounded when I laid eyes on it I could only exclaim "Fuggineh!"

So this is a bit of a thank you post, you guys rock.

In other news, whoever the annonymous gossip is need only wait a short bit longer for the story of the Unstable Kitty Breakup.

Well, Friday night I fell off the wagon. Yep, I smoked, sorry Ma. Smoked like a champ, too. Think I actually got a nicotine hangover. If you falling off the wagon, you should at least hurt yourself, right? Sounds catchy anyway, probably not too bright.

Getting back on now, though. Smoked all weekend and now it's time to get my shit together. So the clock resets at day 1. Here we are, day 1. Doot dee doo, keepin my mind on other stuff so it ain't on cigare... hey look, a wird piece of paper that kinda looks like honest Abe, dee dee.

Yep, He's Bitchin Again

I'm alway's bitchin though. I walk down the street and people say "Wow! That guy's bitchin'!"
But anyway, was gonna bitch about my co-workers, but that might be getting old. You know I am not fond of their crankyness and negativity.

Am feeling extra naked today, like people can see my soul. I guess that's what this is for, and why I do it. Just need to get used to it. My poem page is the reason. Wearing my shit on my sleeve over there. It's out there for folks to make what they want with, for good or ill. If I don't get that shit outta me, it'll kill me. Big paradox there. Expose or die.

Sigh. At least it's friday.

Another thought

It's true, I do have them occasionally.

Anyway, if Anne Geddes is Satan, Tom Arma must be Azrael or Baal. So their not bugs, but they are still twisted abominations. It's true! Check out Baby Cthulhu and the Young Elders. Beware though. A failed sanity check may cause you to stab your eyes out like I did. I'm now typing this by smell alone.

Oh, wait. He does have bugs. How absolutly repulsive. I now believe ol' Tom has dethroned Anne as the Lord of Evil.

Day 5

I didn't think I would make it this far. I was thinking I would probably go a couple days and then give in. To cigarettes I mean. My friends are probably sick of hearing about, but this is kind of a big deal to me, so they'll have to deal. This has definatly been the most trying day of withdrawal so far. I don't know why, but I'm sure my co-workers have something to do with it. Had a manager breathing down my neck all morning, too. Fun stuff. Not just any manager either, this guy is like 3 managers down the revenue chain from the governor himself. Cripes! Curbed the urge with some fruit snacks. Those do ok, not quite a cigarette but tasty.
So I've beaten the demon back for another hour or two. I fear it will rise again, but I'll be ready. Ready enough I hope. Gah! I wanna kick things! It's ok, just chill there Laird.
But, kicking things would help...
Only for a while. Don't wanna swap smoke addiction for breaking stuff addiction.
But fruit snack addiction is ok?
For now. Not really destructive. We'll find something to ween you off those when the need arises. Whiskey, perhaps.

When I am Old

I shall wear purple. At least in my hair. That'll really freak out the whipper snappers when I'm screaming at them to get the fuck off my lawn!! And I'll use that f-word, too. None of this sensitivity to profanity that seems to plague the elderly of today, hell no. I'm gonna be a progressive geiser. And ornery. Think I'll make a bet with the other shmucks in the rest home to see how many bars I can get 86'd from in a year. Right now, that's not my style, but when I'm crotchety, look out.

Just a Thought...

But I'm pretty sure Anne Geddes is Satan. Who else would turn a healthy and beautiful human child into a twisted insectoid abomination?

Break

I'm on my cigarette break now, and instead of smoking I am eating a breakfast burrito and blogging about. I'm sure you would all love to know about my eggs, potatoes, and deliciously spicy green chili. You can even taste the love the lady who makes them puts in each burrito. I think it's love. Guess it might be cilantro.

Episode 5 of Saladfingers is worth a look. That toon keeps getting wierder. Gotta love it.

Mond-eh

Howdy folks! I am feelin pretty groovy this morning and I don't know why. The nicotine withdrawal is lightening up I guess, maybe. Hard to tell until its one of those moments when it's easy to tell. You know, I never want a smoke again until I narrowly escape death or something. The weekend had a little more blah in it than I was hoping for. Spent the whole time working pretty much, but so what. Saw good friends during and after that time working, and we had a good time comparing war stories. (Amanda and Bob are also quitting cigs)
Mondays usually intimidate me. They also tend to set the mood for the whole week. It's too early to tell for sure, but this has been a good one so far. I woke up on time, bright eyed and bushy tailed, went to the DMV for lisence plates and was the only customer there, (felt like I was in the freakin twilight zone) and still had time for breakfast. Woo hoo! Let's hear it for not going hungry! And it wasn't a hot dog or anything.
Yup, I think I will make it through today, and will even be able to appear interested when people tell me about the Broncos. Ah yes, I'll say, They are quite the sporting club, aren't they. Many wickets under their shortstops...