if you try too hard, you fail. if you don't try, you fail. if you do your best, you'll probably fucking fail. is failure in public worse than your own personal failure ? all i ever do is ask questions that nobody could answer, questions that nobody would ever WANT to answer. so where does that leave me ? I'm left with a notebook full of questions and a blog with three fucking posts about a failed attempt at quitting smoking.

dear 2009,

on the eve of your death, i'm left with a lot of broken promises. i'm sure i'm not the only one, hell, i'm one of a million. sitting alone with my glass of scotch and cigarettes on my breath, for once i can think of only one question: where's my fucking flying car ? well, no, thats not it. the real question is this: am i a computer program ? well, maybe thats not it...do i have a soul ? fuck ! how old should you be when you quit smoking ? (i already know the answer to that one ) i suppose it's the same question that's asked of every year towards the end...how'd it go by so fast ? i just went around the corner of 24, and now 30 is just around the corner. thirty ! i'm going to be thirty fucking years old ! i'd like another scotch so i'm going to leave it at that/ but really, where'd all the fuckign time go ? i guess i'd have just as much luck asking kurt cobain, he's dead and you're in a coma as good as dead.

christ mass?

mono box for christmas ! mono box for christmas ! my girlfriend rules. Although the omossion of yellow submarine, abbey road, and let it be kind of blows, we already have abbey road and let it be, so we'll just have to collect yellow submarine at some point. I've wanted to own the entire beatles catalog pretty much since the first time i heard twist and shout, there's just so much there. I've let the beatles go quite a bit over the last couple of years, and with a week off work coming up, new headphones and nothing to do, i can't wait to rediscover. christ !