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[wickedflea]

Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit. I have to go back out for cigarettes. And pay four bucks a pack for 'em. If I'd bought one more carton in VA when I was through there in July I'd have made it till my next trip. But I didn't, and now I have to venture out in the 20-degree weather and snag some o' these overtaxed motherhoosiers.

I'm so goofy with my smoking. It's been years since I smoked throughout the day, but I still have to smoke at night before bed. It's like a holdover from the days when I would pass out with a lit cigarette in my hand. Did you ever wake up with a cigarette butt between your fingers? I have, and it scared the shit out of me, like CRIPES, I could have burned the house down. So anyway, yeah, I should just go ahead and quit, but I don't want to fuck with my routine because I have enough trouble trying to get to sleep as it is. But I might try to quit over the holidays.

Damn. As my grandmother says, this ain't makin' the baby no dress. Gotta get up and go.

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[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Supposedly there were bats in the attic of the house where I lived in college. My roommates never opened the door, and I wasn't about to either.

Isn't one of your sayings, "It's all bats up in it?"

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[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

No, it's "it's snakes all up in it!" but you can adjust it to fit the situation. :)