I smoke. A week ago, I came to the realization that I am up to a pack a day. (I can't tell my Mommy I smoke that much. It would kill her, and then I'd be an orphan.) A smoking-related cancer killed my daddy, and yet I puff away...I seriously need to cut this sh*t out--I'm having one as I type. (A cigarette, not a sh*t.)
I'm on my lunchbreak at work. I sooooo totally freakin' hate my job. I love to blog, though. As a matter of fact, I'm taking an executivo to write and post this, but I wasn't raised to be contrary, so I guess I should wrap it up. I will give more detail on my battle with the nicotine nipple and the hatred of my job soon. Bye.
(Oh, and by the way, I have 2 jobs. I'm not talking about the one listed in my profile.)
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