I mean, I know I did. I just think I did it for good this time. I'm always quick to jump on Facebook and be all like, "I QUIT SMOKING!" after a day, and then inevitably look like a dick when I relapse, but this time I haven't said a word publicly about it, and it may have helped my mentality. I wanna be like, "yeah, I quit smoking months ago, no big." It's been since Jan 23rd, so roughly 2 months?
*I got wine/vodka drunk one night a few weeks back and had 2 cigarettes. I'd be naive as fuck to think I'm never having another cigarette again in my life, but I think this is a start.
I also started running again. It's been yeeeears since I gave a shit about running, but after getting new running shoes for my birthday (specifically to start running again) I've decided to try. Two days in, and my legs are a little "WTF M8!", but it's worth it. I forgot how running can really clear one's head. I'm using the RunKeeper app to keep tabs on my progress. My girlfriend thinks I'm a fag for using it, but I don't give a shit. I think it's cool, and in the long run it's going to help a ton.
What's next? Eating right? K, I'll get right on that.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Catching up.
I finally found a job that's nearby, and just what I was hoping to find. It's a local mom and pop pizza place, that's just opened. I'm just a cashier for now, but there's room for growth all the way to keyholder. I've been there for about 2 weeks and they've barely been open for 5. There are already plans to expand the restaurant by 100% and obtain a liquor license to sell beer and wine, so it's nice to be practically on the ground floor for that. It's not glamorous work, but it's work and the family that runs it seem like genuine, big family people. Vacation time should be a breeze, and not to mention endless access to New York style pies! It's also nice to work in a such a small place. I hate that drone like feeling when you work for a big company.
Now, my car. Either fixing the Rio, or saving for some kind of hoopdy. I need wheels.
Now, my car. Either fixing the Rio, or saving for some kind of hoopdy. I need wheels.
The Mystery of the Burning Treestump; or The Curse of My 30th Birthday, Part I
It's 11:59 and I'm waiting patiently around the corner while Ashley lights my birthday candles. There are a lot of them, and I begin to grow impatient. Once they're lit and the kitchen is ablaze with candlelight, she sings the song and I blow them out. (Barely) Immediately following the song, (I mean, immediately) with an inquisitive look on her face, she begins investigating shenanigans outside. You see, she heard glass break during my candle ceremony. (COMPLETELY RUINING MY LIFE) (not really) She and I run to the window to eavesdrop, and we hear broken conversations about "who did it?" and a possible scheme to frame a douchebag. It's after this that we smell smoke through the window and decide, okay, maybe it's time to investigate a little more proactively. There is an old treestump out front and someone apparently set it on fire. Upstairs Neighbor Dude broke the emergency glass and emptied an extinguisher on it, reducing it to a smoldering, well, stump. This is where we poke our head out the door and Neighbor Dude, already a high-strung character, starts talking a mile a minute. He can't get the apartment emergency people, and seemed dumbfounded when Ashley recommended 911. Afterall, it's an increasingly smoking stump, and we ain't got hoses. Several minutes later, sleepy firemen came and doused the inferno with soapy water. Cursing us under their breath and trying not to laugh. After all the excitement was over, we helped ourselves to birthday cake and went to bed.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
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OOOH! i want these!!
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Monday, August 27, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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