Everything is wrong with me
Thursday, March 25, 2004
 
my bad
I forgot to tell you all that I completely failed in my St. Patrick's Day goal of smoking a pack of cigarettes this past Sunday (thanks to those astute peeps who called me out on this). I bought a pack of Camel Lights at about noon, smoked two of them consecutively and got light-headed. I put them down and went and got a beer, and didn't smoke any more.

So, much like every goal I've ever had, I came up short. I am used to this: it happens every time I say to myself after dinner, "Now, don't eat the whole pint of Haagen Dasz - save some for tomorrow" but wind up finishing the whole thing easily, then ripping the container open to lick the inside of it. Or when I come home and see money lying on the table and think, "You can't take this money, spend it on porn, and then say the cleaning lady must have stolen it again - Ben and Brian are starting to catch on" but minutes later I'm on videoage.com buying that Briana Banks 4-pack.

Well, can't say I didn't see it coming.



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