Smellyann Strikes Again

Not Cool

I don't care who you are, I don't care how old you are or if you're the grandparent who rarely gets to see their grandkids and you're excited to walk them to the bus stop, but... it's totally uncool to come to the bus stop smoking a cigarette. I mean, COME ON!!!

Do you really need all those children to be breathing in your foul, toxic smoke?

Do you really need to show all those children your lousy addiction?

Can you really not go that five minutes without your precious nicotine fix?

It sickens me. And now I have that nasty taste in my mouth and the horrible cigarette headache I get when exposed, too. Must we expose our children at the most innocent of times as well? Look at me, I can't even think of a synonym for "expose"!

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I didn't post last night because I'm in Trileptal withdrawal and passed out early on the couch. I thought I'd be waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning, but I actually slept through the night. Well, I woke up at 0600, and I consider that sleeping through. The sun was up, after all, and for a split second I worried that I'd overslept.

Not that I had a ton to say, anyway.

I did update the Europe blog a little, though. It's countdown time! I'm excited!

Catch y'all later. I have five full laundry baskets upstairs, calling my name. Maybe I'll actually heed the call for once.

Fin.

Seriously? Are You Kidding Me?!

Red for anger.

Our recycling bin was stolen today. For about the fourth time. Meaning our shit has to be piled up in whatever little bags we can squirrel away for the purpose, because the stupid city always has a stupid waiting list to get a new one. Meaning some jackhole out there is so hard up for a bin he has to walk over to our house and take ours. Again and again.

I'm so pissed!!

Fin.