my sister found out i smoked the day before i quit, so i figured since she was the last family holdover, i can now talk openly about it. she had her suspicions anyway. to my nephews and possible future children -- don't even bother trying it. it's everything bad everyone has ever said it was with fifteen thousand times the side effects. after having gone four days without smoking, i'm positive that i could run a marathon tomorrow and hold my breath for thirteen years or something. sans coffee and beer as well, i'm also certain i'm just weeks away from scaling everest. or at least enchanted rock. i got a text this morning that informed me via phil's twitter that his parents were in thailand. i thought that was cool. i wish i were phil's parents. if i found a genie lamp and he granted me three wishes, it would be one of them. if he granted me only one wish, i would wish for more wishes. everyone knows you have to do that.
life is funny -- i am 25 and the only non-married, non-parent amongst my siblings, and i'm the only one that owns a station wagon.
if you have read previous posts, you might have heard something about a short-lived vw passat that came into my life, and just as quickly left; but now i have incestuously renewed my familial ties to the volkswagen and gone with a white jetta wagon. it has a temperamental keyless entry pad, of which audrey, the girl who sold me the car, friend, and previous roommate, said, "i can't think of anything more fitting for you than a volkswagen wagon with a temperamental keypad". she's right.
and...song 7 crescendo...
peace & love.
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