Ok my bad, sorry for the nasty image, but I'm sitting here in Starbucks sneezing and blowing my nose like an idiot. I don't know if I'm suddenly allergic to something in here or if I have a cold. Of course I know deep down that it's from smoking those damn Newports. At least I can be quite certain I will have absolutely no urge to smoke after this pack is gone.
I hadn't smoked for like a month and then I broke down because something happened to piss me off and now I can't even remember what that thing was.
It's so hot outside. Even though my phone says it's only 82 it feels so much stickier. Maybe it's just because I've been cranky and running around to prospective apartments all day. Greenwich called me back and said If I wanted to make a deposit I could...problem is I am about 500 dollars short right now until I get paid so I would need them to hold it for me until next Friday which they probably wont do. There goes my dreams of living below 125th st.
By the way, did you know there is a park in East Harlem called "Crack is Wack Playground?" Just thought I'd share. I forgot to take a picture of that for my photo entry.
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