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September 26, 2003

I am not a planner.

I am not a planner.
I am not a vegetarian.
I am not trying to live forever.

So why does that make me such an ass?

Because I won't be able to go to any event that's not a matinee.
Because I won't be able to go anywhere that smoking is allowed, or that might cause my ears to ring.
Because I won't be able to get a fucking steak cooked rare and a Guinness from the tap.

But I'll be healthier, right?
And all the routine and extra sleep will make me more emotionally stable, right?

It would be easier if I didn't hate the idea so much.

I hate it.

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (September 26, 2003 8:41 AM) by thinking evil. [+]

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