smoking luckies and gauloises again, by way of russia (in the most literal of terms ( Read more... )

a break from routine's not so bad.
seriously, though.
mmhmm.

i keep forgetting, when i drink, that i've lost a pretty decent amount of weight ( Read more... )

as a notice to anyone interested in carbon footprints, the impact of biologically produced (however large-scale) methane, global warming as some sort of insane childrens' crusade-level cause and so on and sofoth ( Read more... )

jesus. time to hang it up.

next few weeks/months might be a little weird.
in the jigsaw theory of the universe, things aren't exactly falling into place.
but...it's inevitable. i just wish i knew where my damn flask was.

not enough cigarettes in the goddamned world for sleepless nights.
never enough. too much, and still never enough.
goddamnit.

so...now that it's nigh-on impossible to get lucky strikes (well, filters, anyway) in the states, i'm back to the old standby ( Read more... )

ouch. that wasn't very pleasant ( Read more... )

urgh. only eating meat all the time is catching up with me.
i feel like death decided to move in between my lungs and my navel.
so...yeah. goodnight.

nothing's more of a dead giveaway that you're a yank than packing your cigarettes.

too much. just too damn much. stop the damn ride.

fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

how is it that there's such an overabundance of steel and concrete around here, yet there's still nothing solid to cling to?

fuck. i am in the wrong place.