A punch in the face

So, it's been a while. But, here I am. I can't say life has been dramatic as of late, but then again, I can't really say I've been doing a whole lot.

So, why am I writing today? Hrmmmmm. It's mainly because I don't want to talk to real people. I can't handle people right now. But, there's a reason for that. I'm trying to quit smoking, and I would say at this point, my body is not real impressed with the idea. I thought I'd never say I was addicted, but holy sweet fuck. It's funny, cause I've been thinking about quitting smoking for a while, and what was it that finally pushed me over the edge? A comment from a doctor at a walk-in clinic. So, I went to the walk-in clinic for a totally separate matter (no, it wasn't VD, assholes), and the doc tells me I have a beautiful smile, but my teeth are definitely showing signs of smoking. I am aware of this. I've been aware of this for some time. I'm sure my parents are quite impressed after spending $3500 on braces (in 1992 dollars) and of course countless dollars on dental visits over the years. I just can't justify paying hundreds of dollars to whiten them for the sake of a week. Based on the countless cups of coffee and diet pepsi that keep me going through the day, on top of the cigarettes, I figured what was the point. So, at least I'm making a conscious effort to reduce my intake of cigarettes and caffeine. Wish me luck.

Exciting news (only in the grand scheme of this exciting life, as of late), I called the cops on someone today. I was in a really bad mood (nicotine withdrawal combined with pms), and I gotta say, it did make me feed a little better. Don't get me wrong, I'd have still called even if I had been in a great mood (I just probably wouldn't have given somebody the finger.) I'm driving down Kenmount Rd. in St. John's, NL at suppertime and this juiceass up ahead, nearly causes an accident by changing lanes in the middle of an intersection with traffic everywhere. Two intersections further he runs a red light. I thought he was impaired. A friend officer of mine has advised of a scary fact with regards to people driving under the influence. It's estimated that 1 in 10 drivers are intoxicated in St. John's, NL. Scary shit. The cops looked into it, and happily, the driver was not drunk. He did however, admit to driving erratically. Apparently dude had just picked up his two cats from the vet after being "fixed" and they were distracting him while he was driving. To be truthful, when the cop called me to give me this answer, it made me mad again. What kind of excuse is that? You think after one almost-accident, one would become more aware of his or her surroundings, especially while operating a 2000+ pound truck. I have two cats. When they travel in the car with me, they are in a kennel. Why? So, they don't distract me when I drive. Goddamn logic prevails in my mind again. Anyways, perhaps this is petty. I've been called that before (of course, it was by an ex, amidst a fight, when discussing the monies owed to me.)

What other exciting things have happened? Hrmmmm. Met a guy. That was short-lived. I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I don't think I could handle being involved with a guy who felt it necessary to drink every time his kids were with their mother. Oh yes, and he had children. Check this out (cause people fucking blow my mind on a regular basis): Dude has an ex-wife and two kids. He WAS paying his ex-wife about $1000/month in child support. They had some sort of agreement amongst themselves where he was going to pay for childcare expenses. Well, she recently got some new job and her work hours changed. Based on her new schedule, the childcare expenses were going to be significantly reduced (like $50/week.) So, what does this brilliant man go and do? Buys a new truck, costing the difference between what he was paying in child support versus the new amount, monthly. I suppose that's alright, as long as the ex keeps her new job. The few times we went out (to places costing more $ that I might have suggested), all his purchases were made on credit. He even told me that his parents thought he was irresponsible, especially with money. He had a truck that worked, it was just smaller. But, everyone needs air conditioned seats, right? Ya, you read that correctly. Air conditioned seats in Newfoundland - brilliant!

I really shouldn't be crapping all over people. But, goddamn, what's wrong with people. I am just really thankful, I'm not dealing with the general public this week. I feel like a giant ball of stress that may explode (or possibly even implode) at any moment. I'm not normally stressed (at least like this). Usually, I can vent and be done with it (hence the point). But, I gotta say the little things are adding up. I need a vacation.