Anyways, I smoked one and felt ill because I was probably too drunk for such an endeavor. I gave away a couple and I still have 22 left. It was suggested that I sell them to a smoker at a discount but I don't know many smokers and I don't really want to take a loss on my investment, so the plan is to smoke 'em myself. Either I have to get drunk more often, vacuum pack the cigarettes individually for freshness and convenience or develop a desire (addiction) for them while sober. I don't have the cash for the first option or the tools for the second...
There are some pictures of the evening somewhere, but I've only seen this one of me with tin-foil grills (is that it, or is there a more hip-hop spelling, like "grillz" or "grrr-illz"?), so I put on the jacket and hat I was wearing that evening to recreate a photograph that I think might capture what the event looked like. I also tried to recreate looking drunk and sick, but I don't know if that worked.
apparently second-hand smoking causes cancer, what about first-hand smoking?
drunk and sickIn other news:
-I skipped class today. My official excuse is that I didn't want to miss the Canadian women win Olympic Gold in hockey. Really though, I've lost all will to succeed in that class now that it has been cancelled so many times. Also, my reading week has left me unmotivated and lazy, just like the Christmas vacation.
- The "Neverending White Lights" I make reference to in the last post has caused me to slide down the hill of negative thought. Special thanks go to Ryan for introducing me to it. We had a good depressing chat yesterday about our unfulfilling lives. The highlight: learning I'm not the only person I know that has considered becoming a monk.
-I really need a job. I'm about two feet from destitute. Also: I hate working and would rather be destitute.
Keep on Tranglin,
Anthony
-I skipped class today. My official excuse is that I didn't want to miss the Canadian women win Olympic Gold in hockey. Really though, I've lost all will to succeed in that class now that it has been cancelled so many times. Also, my reading week has left me unmotivated and lazy, just like the Christmas vacation.
- The "Neverending White Lights" I make reference to in the last post has caused me to slide down the hill of negative thought. Special thanks go to Ryan for introducing me to it. We had a good depressing chat yesterday about our unfulfilling lives. The highlight: learning I'm not the only person I know that has considered becoming a monk.
-I really need a job. I'm about two feet from destitute. Also: I hate working and would rather be destitute.
Keep on Tranglin,
Anthony
25 comments:
Now that's a mighty fine hat. yessirree.
I'm not sure if I'm okay with your post.
Did people say this was okay for you to write?
So, the cigarettes are the bad thing? That's not all that bad, when I get really hammered I have the strong urge/need to smoke... I think it's tougher to control it being an ex-smoker and all. Also, you need to go to class, Monday nights are boring, please keep Becca and I entertained.
Sidenote: Never Ending White Lights = wonderfulness/depression.
sidnote #2: There are chocolate almonds here awaiting your next arrival. AND you missed my emo cred today!
I've been there a few times, and once I bought a pack and ended up throwing it out.
smoking never seems glamorous by yourself, when you are sober.
SG- Fo sho. It is the hat of the gods.
Cal- I still don't know what you're talking about.
Radia- Yeah I told you it was one of the two things. I am going to class tommorow, but my Glendon class is cancelled, so I wont see the two of you until next monday.
Sidenote: What emo cred?
kitty: I'm determined to not throw them out.
You're right, it is funny. But in a horrible, horrible way.
stupid blogger and the stupid wrong time
I had a bandage around my wrist today. Brynn convinced Chris I was slitting my wrist. It was funny.
I want to know who sells cigs in such a manner that you can smoke one and give a couple away and still have 22 left. Do you have special 25 packs or some shit? I wish I could either quit or die so I don't have to quit. That shit is hard.
My pants, most assuredly, don't smell.
You give asshat a whole new meaning.
you call a pack of ciggies an investment? hat too tight again!
they've just started putting these dishgushting photos on cigarette packs over here... photos of mouth cancer and yellow chunks being squeezed out of arteries.
someone should do you a gigantic favor and smoke your hat...
Word
You can always live in my basement with Nick.
Are you sure you want those two alone together?
Yeah, that's too much awesome for one humanoid domicile to accommodate.
And too much clean up. (I'm not talking about dust bunnies.)
I hope to God you're talking about vomit.
Vomit may be included, I don't know what you boys are in to. Other than eachother.
Damn that Brokeback Mountain. It's turned everyone gay!
Weren't Anthony and Nick like that already?
neverending white lights is so fantastic. i've been listening to it a lot lately, as well as city and colour, and the alexisonfire/moneen switcheroo series. mainly because i'm wickedly obsessed with dallas green.
he has the voice of an angel...
Put your smokes in the fridge/freezer, and they will keep from going stale.
I have the wings of an angel. In my basement.
I adore your Canada hat! Very stylish.
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