Cigarettes and sushi are rapidly burning a hole in my pocket as it turns out that fags are a travellers crotch. Asking to borrow a lighter is the most efficient way to meet someone when being a lone ranger and i have quickly made firm friends with a number of chain smokers (which also happen to b my favorite kind of smokers/people).
It is also nice to know who to go to in order to bum a smoke.
This leads me to my second point. Prioritising.
What do i want more...a $10 box of sushi which, whilst being an orgasm in my mouth, will only go straight to my ever increasing waist-line and make it more difficult to get drunk (and pull)....OR.....be able to afford a few more drinks that night probably resulting in sexual deviancy (and STI's)
Now of course i would rather be fat than have aids BUT if i can master this condom conundrum i would rather be a skinny, starving drunk than chubby, sane and sober.
My parents have always wanted me to grasp the concept of prioritising, ever since my school days when i would be on the phone to the bastard ex until the wee hours of the morning on a school night. They would be so proud i have finally done so and chosen alcohol over food.
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