I guess we've all got some problems.

[charlieware]

Oh, what a week it's been.  Not good, not bad, so so?  Anyways, my family is in from Ohio for the next couple of days and that's pretty cool, I guess.   They're getting ready to go to Gatlinburg.  I'd love to go, but I have to be at work at 2 o'clock.  My cousin Spencer has grown a shit load.  I hadn't seen him for about two years.  I'd say he's grown atleast 2 feet or so, he's taller than I am.  I love sitting with my family; Aunt Bobby has so many stories to tell about me and I love to hear them.  I know that sounds self-centered, but I like to hear about stuff I don't remember.  Well, sometimes, there are some things that kind of depressed me when I heard them.  I don't remember it, but it kind of hurts to hear.  Anyways, tomorrow's payday and I'm fucking ready for it.  I have a buck-twenty-five in the bank right now and that's bad.  I'm about to go walking with Joe, Megan and Meredith.  I'm really happy for Joe, he's lost a lot of weight already.

I want a cigarette.  Bad.  But I'm not.  I need to quit again and I will quit again.  It's not hard to say no, but it's hard to talk yourself out of talking yourself into it, haha.  My favorite excuse is when you talk yourself into it saying:  I've done so well so far, I think I deserve one.

Ugh, everything can be so lame sometimes.  Atleast I'm trying to be a friend?  It's hard, but I think I'm doing a decent job.  It's not like I'm making it a chore or anything.  Eh, I know what I mean.  It's hard for me not to feel bad about it even though I really shouldn't care at all.  Stupid.

Well, time to get ready. It's going to be one lame day.