I smell like cigarettes

I went out last night to the coolest club in all of the Yorktown parking lot- Bamboo Room. And yes, there is bamboo everywhere. What a cool theme.

It was the smokiest place I have been in a while. I noticed it when I first walked in but I just got used to it. I smoked a couple last night, but not enough to explain my cigarette hangover today. I slept at Ashly's so I'm wearing the same shirt I did last night and I def didn't shower. I didn't notice my cigarette rank until I sat down in th library. I REEK of cigarettes. Especially my purse. I smelled it a few minutes ago and it made me nausious. I kind of want to just desert it in the library, (after shitting in it). Oh sorry Will, I hope that didn't gross you out too much. (j/k, j/k, j/k)

Point? I am so pro the smoking ban. It's disgusting! People smoke WAY more than they need to in a bar. If they made people step outside the whole experience would be a lot cleaner. When Maine went nonsmoking I was anti, until I realized how nice it was to wake up in the morning and still have smokes and you didn't smell like a rusty coffee can full of wet cigarettes.

It's only a matter of time people. And fuck anyone who thinks it's the government taking away rights. You should thank the govenment for forcing you NOT to smoke once in a while. I mean people used to be able to smoke everywhere. I wish they'd make cigarettes illegal, then I could quit. Illegal substances are impossible to find. I guess all I'm trying to say is that I'm too weak to quit myself so everyone who smokes should suffer.

Fraud

I'm so sick of the way that anytime you buy anything off the t.v./ internet they automatically sign you up for some bullshit membership where they charge your credit card once amonth for no service whatsoever.

I resent that there are so many people out there keeping these retards in business via being too lazy to challenge the charges. I know I've been guilty too, but fuck that, I'm not gonna give these assholes my money anymore- even if it's only $9.95!

It just amazes me that there are actual businesses that survive on ONLY the knowledgable hope that a lot of people are probably not going to care about the charge and of the ones that do care, so many are too fucking lazy to sit on hold for 10 minutes.

I know that I had 30 days to cancel the "membership" that I was forced to sign up for, but it was very satisfying to tell the operator to take my charges off because they were unauthorized and "fraudulant." (dramatic, yes) She recommended that I looked at the terms of agreement online, I recommended that she rape herself with an old broom. Think: splinters

must quit pointless job

I really hate working at this store. It is so pointless. I only work here enough to pull in an extra $90 a week which I could easily make up in one day of waitressing. I just feel bad for TOW. If I leave she's screwed, or in her case probably face-fucked.

She would really be an awesome face fuck. I've always been an advocate for someone letting her. Believe me- she would do it. If there are any guys reading this who wanna face fuck a parapalegic sort of midget with a tight rack let me know. It WILL happen. She is one horny bitch with a very strong tongue, it's her only usable limb. You know what that means- you could easily rape her afterwards.

So enough of that. I just wish I didn't feel bad for her and keep this job. Sarah- why don't you take some of my hours? It's a really rewarding part-time career.

I got hurt this weekend.

Nick had a little birthday fete over at his and Dacia's place. Everything was great until I flew down the entire flight of stairs on my face. I wasn't even at full potential drunkeness. I'm 99% sure that Maura set me up. She thought/hoped I was dead when I landed.

Well I have a swollen black eye now, but thank god for sidesweep bangs. I can style them so they're totally in my face concealing my black eye and bandaged eyebrow. I need to stop FALLING! Two weekends ago I fell three times. Twice at the bar and once off the curb. And now, before I can even finish picking those scabs into scars, this happens. All the scabs are still too fresh but I can only imagine the massacre like state of my room after these guys are ready for harvest.Luckily I'm able to show more restraint when it comes to picking my face (unless it's my nose, j/k that's G-ross!)

Last weekend I wore heels that made me uneasy sober. I don't know who I'm kidding when I put on shoes like that. I'm not one of those naturally graceful in heels people. That's why I purposely wore regular ostrich leather cowboi boots, so nothing like this would happen.

Not to mention that I was wearing NONE of my own clothes. I borrowed Jill's ($40) strapless bra which is now totally drenched in blood. (I definitely need to replace that.) Not to mention I wore her blazer and it's missing. I'm positive I left it in Maura's room, but she claims it's not there. Will did take a nap in there, maybe he used it for a jiz rag and threw it out the window. Will you owe me 40 bucks.

Oh yeah- I'm changing my URL again. I'll post it on Will's blog in a few days. Someone keeps telling people's parents the Sandbar story and including my URL. You know who you are "Naura."