Welp, in an underwhelming show of our lack of commitment (see our lack of blogging as well) Cody has thrown in the towel on the quitting. So, it's my job to berate him, and throw his cigarettes down the toilet, or show him a diagram of his lungs turning black and that somehow correlating with the arms race and Al-Qaeda. I don't think I can do it though, since all I want to do is throw him on the ground and suck the nicotine from underneath his fingernails. (Or, ask to bum a smoke. I tend to be melodramatic)
But quitting smoking aside, I myself have had a good couple of days. We watched scream 4 and laughed our asses off down at Jen and Bates, there was a little bar-ing, and a little pool playing. I've been running and eating potato chips to try and not smoke.
Maybe we'll treat you to drunk post later, since I just bought the fixins for vodka and tonics, and CJ is jonesing for some gin. Funemployment, you magnificent bitch.
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