Cleaning...

I am taking a break from cleaning my house to smoke a cigarette and download my textbook for the next five week course. I was supposed to do this the other day, but the storm made my internet slow. Anyhow, now I have it all, except chapter 8, but when that comes up I will just re-download it.

I am talking to an old friend, like he's known me since my brother was in fourth grade. Which puts me in first. He always says things that open my eyes to a world of differences. Not to change the subject but my hair is so soft. I love it when its like this.

I hate how people look down on others for smoking. It is irritating. I smoke because I like smoking. I am addicted to the motions of it, like if I didn't have nicotine I would be fine. I have proved that smoking other things. Though, I enjoy doing it and have no intentions of quiting.

Sigh, I need to stop writing my son's speech counselor is on her way over. Take care!