iSmoke.

Since it's almost the end of the year, I was thinking about the things that I'm going to change next year. I considered what most people attempt to do, to quit smoking. I figured, since I am in a field where smoking really isn't recommended and this bitch actually adds up when I'm smoking more than usual. I did the pros and cons, I even thought about not changing anything next year since seriously, it's just another fucking day, the only things that's special is you have to buy a new calendar, that's if you're actually one of the 8 people in America who still go to office depot and get a calendar every year or you're one of the lucky ones who got a calendar for Christmas.

A few hours ago, I was smoking outside with Mark and I was reading the notes that I made with my poor handwritting when this one guy started talking to us. His name is Ben and he is kind of charming. He attempted to read my notes and failed. He made a comment about something that I forgot (of course) and he said he always thought it's either me and Mark are going out or we're siblings since we're always together, which is true. Ben didn't ask for my number, why? fuck if I know. But this is why I'm not quitting. Hopefully when I smoke outside again, I can actually talk to him.

It's only tuesday night. Jesus fucking Christ.