stupid, self-destructive behavior and the morons who perpetrate it
Oh that this would be dramatic, high-concept self-destructiveness on the Antigone/Medea/Odysseus scale. But it's only me, groaning and moaning through a horrible bout of GERD because I do not know how to put the potato chips with the spicy orange stuff out of my sight. No, I have to sit in front of the computer, mindlessly shoveling away until suddenly KAPOW!!! stomach acid everywhere. God bless the pharmaceutical industry for giving me the chance to spend $1.29 per pill for the magic stomach acid reducers, leaving the way clear for me to go right ahead and do the same stupid-ass shit tomorrow and the next day and the one after that until my esophogus explodes. And maybe by the time my esophogus explodes, they'll have lovely new plastic esophaguses (esophogi?) that I can treat myself to. Until I burn a hole in that one, too.
It's bad enough I smoke to the tune of $5 bucks a pack.
It's bad enough I smoke to the tune of $5 bucks a pack.