I keep coughing, but I can't stop smoking. I don't really think the two are related.
I keep getting very angry, but I can't stop putting myself in detrimental situations. I know the two are not related.
I keep getting worked up and expect a headache, but I can't stop wanting a drink to make me feel better. I'm sad that the two are related.
Blah blah blah, complain complain complain.
I'm out $50 and not seeing Alkaline Trio.. fuck. I have $10 in my bank account, no money for laundry or NYC or fun.. double fuck. I spent 6 hours today driving Nick around to Orchard Park, Alden, Varysburg (where I was convinced we were going to be left for dead and eaten by weird camping hicks because my car kept getting stuck in mud every two seconds), Alden and back to Buffalo in a wild goose chase for his keys.. fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck, complain complain complain. Isn't that how it always goes?
This weekend is NYC on a tight budget and then Sara's birthday extravaganza. I swear I will leave my shitty attitude in NYC. I promise promise promise. Fuck fuck fuck. haha That's how it usually goes.
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