At this point, I would personally blow Tom Cruise if it meant he'd get the fuck off my TV with his "OMG look at me I'm so having the hetsex!" campaign. Gah. Shut up, Tom Cruise. Shut up, journalists who think this is somehow newsworthy.
I't's too fucking hot for this crap.
Moment when I really really crave a cigarette: right after dinner. Augh. I'm doing fine otherwise, keeping my hands occupied and everything, but after dinner and first thing in the morning with my first mug of coffee are still difficult moments. I shall, however, preserve, if only because I have no cigarette papers anymore, which gives me a safety net where I'd have to think and go to the shop before having a cigarette, which usually gives me enough time to reconsider and regain my senses.
With the weather being what it is, I'm probably going to have to wear a short skirt or a summer dress to work tomorrow. Feh. I mean, yay for an excuse to show off my legs, but feh for the heat.
Oooh, next week is Pride already, yay!
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