Day 1 of quitting smoking, apparently, I have been a cunt to everyone. And I thought I was doing so well.
I've upset work colleagues and house mates. The "directness metre" has been on full amp, apparently. You know, it's really fucken simple, if you don't want to hear my answer don't ask me the FUCKEN question. You know, it's not FUCKEN rocket science, as they say!
Shane even picked it, after I told him David was full of shit and I called the cleaner an incompetent Greek slag who should be killed, he looked me in the eye and asked, Have you quit smoking?
Anyway, I'm off to the Laird to play pool with Josh. He better not say the wrong thing, lol.
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