Current mood:	crazy
Current music:	"Silent Steeples" Dispatch

Oh Indian Man...Oh Indian Man...Will I Ever Quit Smoking?
So my entry is now dedicated to that random Indian man who walked past me smoking my cigarette across the street from work the other day. He turned and said, "Do you know that smoking is bad for you?". "I'm well aware" I said with that sarcastic tone in my voice. And he walked away. Just like that. At first, I was irritated. WHO DOESN'T KNOW SMOKING IS BAD FOR THEM? WELL CHRIST ON A CROSS I THOUGHT IT WAS GOOD FOR ME! I THOUGHT IT SOLVED WORLD HUNGER! Anyway, but then after a couple of drags of thinking about this odd moment in my life I decided how grateful I was of this Indian man and here my friends, is why. Who says that anymore? Really? Who bothers to tell someone that smoking is bad for them when CLEARLY they have to already know since the cigarette box clearly tells them they will die an early and painful death post purchase? This Indian man does, that is who. It was one of those movie scenes you never imagined was possible in the real world until an Indian man comes along and proves you wrong. Thank you Indian Man, wherever you are.

On another note, happy belated fourth coming from possibly the least patriotic person there is. I celebrated the fourth by wreaking havoc on the Ridgewood parade with PS in our stoner attempts to get bagels with chocolate chip cream cheese. Is creamcheese one word? No definitly not that doesn't look right... Anyway. Then I spend the rest of the day at home, ordered food with the family and watched "Angels in America". I think right now we could use some angels in America. If anyone is an angel, it is Emma Thomson. Done.