Stream of Thought
Well I've been up a whole hour now, drinking coffee, and wishing for damn smoke. I've been smoke free for one and half months. Everyday since I applied for that promotion, I've wanted a cig, but I know I can't or its back to smelling like a fucking ashtray. Personally, I hate smelling like that and its my primary motivation to quit. If others choose to smoke, that is their right. I don't want people think that since I quit I am better, or somehow superior than they. A lot of ex-whatevers get this damn attitude of holier than thou. I want to kill them.

I worked yesterday morning, mo money mo money mo money. As with all large corps, I leave my soul at that the door. If a person was to have a soul while working in cube-land, then you will go crazy, postal, and go to jail (mental health facility) for a very very long time. I like a lot of the people I work with, so that s an advantage, however there some retards that work there. They have nothing better to do than make up stories about people's lives and pass it on. My friends Colette and Tara go out every weekend to have fun. Thats cool, bully for them. Now, word has it that they are lesbian lovers. No matter how much that thought appeals to me, they are not lesbians lovers. It was funny, but that is how boring some people's lives are.

ahhh life is much better now with ESPN back on the tv, eventually, I will watch Battlestar Galactica, but for now, the sound of sports is comforting. I could watch a movie, or clean the apartment. Today has soooo much possibilities. My friend, Amanda, might call to go see a movie after she gets out of church, or another friend might call if she can get off campus today, who knows what lies with today. Or I just might read, read, and more read as I did yesterday.

Well, the subject warned you that this was sorta of Stream of Thought thing, so there you have it.