Death seems preferable to keeping up how I have been. Now is the time for me to put my foot down and make changes in my life.
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I am craving a cigar. I might walk to the nearby tobacco shop tomorrow to buy myself one.
I feel like going to Buffalo Wild Wings and having a large plate of spicy goodness. Maybe I’ll bribe one of my friends into driving me there by offering to buy him some.
I am not living. I am merely existing.
Life, to me, is made up of a job I dislike, a commute I dislike, and lots of television watching and game playing. I want a drastic change to break all of this up. This is not living.
I am seriously contemplating buying some beer today. Some cold, crisp beer. I know I should do no such thing.
My back is spasming with pain as I am in bed trying to sleep.
I wish I had a jaccuzi, a massage chair, heated seats on public transit, my own private massage therapist, a winning Powerball ticket to afford all of this is the key I need.
I wish had forty hours of sick leave saved up I could use right now. Instead, I have to show up at the office to make ends meet.
I wish I could afford legitimate massage therapy right now.
I wish I had a massaging chair at home. A heated massaging chair. That would be very nice.
I am home sick today. Stomach issues. I hope this passes quickly.
I feel like getting Thai food for dinner tonight. I think I will treat myself to a night out by myself. Dinner and a trip to a bar with a band where I can sip soft drinks and enjoy the music.
I wish I had a bowl of that nice spicy seafood stew I get from this nice Thai joint I sometimes visit in Seattle.
I wish I could take a razor blade and remove my tonsils and then cauterize the surgery with a lighter. Suppose it is a good thing I do not like pain. My tonsils suffocate me in my sleep.
I replaced alcohol with obsessive video gaming.
I wish I could get paid to be a NEET gamer and movie critic. Somehow, I never seem to win the jackpot when I buy a lotto ticket, though. So I must remain employed.
My neighbors kept me up at 2 in the morning by airing their dirty marital laundry very loudly in their backyard, just a couple of feet away from my backyard. They should have just got a motel room and screwed already.
After playing my Xbox One for 24 hours straight, I feel like I am getting too old to treat my body like that.
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