Lung Cancer Is For Sharing

(If you aren't familiar with satire you might want to hit wiki and look it up, otherwise you wont get the title) So I'm waiting Grand Central for my bus (you might also want to familiarize yourself with the word 'poverty.' Although unless you're a CEO or a senator, you probably know that term pretty well). It's a public place so all the puffers are puff puff puffin' away. And (just like pedestrians on the crosswalk) they space themselves just so, and no matter which way the wind blows I feel another two minutes docked off my life. I've known people who smoke and they would check and put me up wind of them, so we could both be happy. But you can't do that when there is no down wind, or when the people in question are all fifty feet away from you in various directions forming a smoker-circle. I'm sure you're nice people but ... icky.
Kissing you must be like licking an ashtray.
I guess what I'm saying is no, I don't have a lighter.

Almost three years? How sad is that?

Having graduated high school and nearly completed my AS degree, I have since discovered that there are men who do dance backwards in high heels. Talk about disillusionment. Say hey cuz I'm back baby!