Damn, I wish I had a cigarette right now. I would love to be walking around in the fog blowing out smoke. I spent most of the day at work focusing lights, etc. for some British dance company. One of the designers, Andy, rolled his own cigarettes from Bali Shag, my old favorite hipsteriffically bad habit. Dear god. I still remember the sweet, wet taste, the cutting of strips of paper for the filter, the sensation of shredded tobacco compacting between my fingers.
More importantly, however, I got to hang out with one of my best best friend today. I've really missed him a lot lately. I still feel nervous as fuck around him, but for some reason, that's perfectly okay with me.
This is quite A RARITY I ASSURE YOU. One of my coworkers makes me feel that way and I tend to avoid him like the plague. I'm just too shy to make idle chitchat with strangers.
Anyway, time to drink beer until I feel tired.
Night.
More importantly, however, I got to hang out with one of my best best friend today. I've really missed him a lot lately. I still feel nervous as fuck around him, but for some reason, that's perfectly okay with me.
This is quite A RARITY I ASSURE YOU. One of my coworkers makes me feel that way and I tend to avoid him like the plague. I'm just too shy to make idle chitchat with strangers.
Anyway, time to drink beer until I feel tired.
Night.