I love smoking. It think it looks cool. I think it smells good and makes you more sexually attractive. Smoking is the perfect pastime. Except, you know, it kills you. And it’s a jealous mistress that hates it when you stay away for too long. After three days my head is about to implode. Since I can’t do meth at the office I’ve had to find my way back to another addiction. Pop songs.
Top at the moment: Backstreet Boys – Larger than life, Amerie – One thing, Wham – Careless whisper.
Unless someone gives me a bunch of NOW!s I’ll be on crack cocaine before Thursday.
