_chris_

Last night I bought cigarettes, but when I got home I was wayyy fucked up and can't remember where I put them. I just went and spent money that I shouldn't have had to, on more cigarettes, simply because I can't recall where I put the other ones.

In a month or two, I'm going to be out of money and happen upon three packs of Camel Lights from out of the middle of nowhere in this house. Things will be awesome. As for now, I'm kinda out of money until Friday because I feel the need to inhale burnt tobacco wrapped in delicate, thin paper, on a nearly hourly basis.

Today was good though. What little of it I didn't sleep through. I wish I had something more interesting to write about, something that would make this worth reading (to me, anyway), but alas... I live a boring fucking life in a shitty, fucking, boring-ass town. A boring-ass military town and I'm not in the military (nor do I have any plans to, either).

Sigh. C'est la vie. Je t'aime et bonne nuit...

(I think I rely too much on "..."'s, but oh well.)

-Chris-