I’m Sick of It
I’m just sitting around thinking, I want a beer. I want a cigarette. I want to go to McDonald’s.
I’m so fucking sick of the no smoking, no drinking, no whatever food we want. Not to mention falling asleep around 10:00 every night. WTF is that?
This is life? What the hell do I want to live my life like this for? Where’s the enjoyment? Where’s having a few beers and playing some pool while smoking cigarette after cigarette? I liked that life. That life was fun.
What am I doing now? Cooking up the stuff for diet dinner, diet lunch, diet snacks, and then going to watch some TV. Then doing the one-eyed shuffle in front of the TV and so going to bed early. Really. WTF kind of life is that?
I would like McDonald’s. Seriously. Even though I’ve never been a huge McDonald’s fan, I wouldn’t mind a Big Mac right now and some little salty, skinny fries. I’ve been on this diet for 6 or 7 weeks, I forget which, and I’ve only lost 10 pounds. Big woo. My clothes are not tight on me now. Large deal. For all this deprivation of the ‘fun’ stuff, I could have at least lost 20 pounds where it would feel worth my while.
Ok, I’m ranting, so what? Give me my vices. I want my vices. I like them. They were enjoyable. I like to smoke. I like to drink beer, not stinking red wine, and I like to have the occasional frivolous, unhealthy stinking fast food.
That’s all.
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is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
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