Relative to me, anyway. And counting days without b/p is just utterly NOT helpful at all for me, so I am trying to drop that way of thinking. But I've started thinking of past girlfriends, and I think I'll go smoke some reefer, and wonder what happened to my love life. I was going to lay out a bunch of memories, to provide a small taste of my existance and Why I Smoke As Much Pot As I Do, as thousands of these memories buffet me incessantly through the day, each feeling as fresh as the day it happened, a curious montage behind by far-away bedroom blue eyes. Fuck it, she was bad crazy as hell, anyway, and did bad things to me. I want to talk and confess my sins, but instead I suckle at the nipple of my memories. We don't remember much about that night since we don't have any photos to peice together our memories the day after. We live in a cynical world, and in order to change that we have to step up and question the way things are perceived; however, the curse being, that you must constantly defend yourself when you challenge people. I wish I could give you some good news, however, I must inform you all that on Tuesday, thirty-three days into the vow, I gave in and had sex with a women, and it was good. In other words, what was one thing that annoyed you about that particular person? I hole the minority opinion that he is to be an object of pity, the product of a terrible upbringing and environment having molded a boy into a man who has profound difficulty in the world. What is your least favorite thing about yourself: where do i start? What is your favorite Band? I like that they don't know what I'm all about. Like, we would be ringing up someone, and all of a sudden a box would come up on the register, and we'd have to Press SPACE to make it go away!