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i got my old job back on friday. friday night i ended up drinking a swedish berry iced tea from coffee bean mixed with absolut with my manager from work while he drank two forties.

my retail job = my fake job while i look for my real job. anyways back to the vodka 40s

so we end up at la bar(cito) which is this gay dive bar on sanborn and sunset. its complete with trannies and mexican cowboys. newcastles in the cuts + bacon wraps + b&h + camel fliters = one bangin' hangover.

the point: i've had this hacking-brochital-death cough for the past month. its probably because i smoke half a pack a day. my dad smokes. danielle smokes. mom does NOT smoke. today after i got home from work, she walked into my room as i was tranferring cigarettes from one box to the other. she told me that i shouldnt smoke.

and as she says this, i get a coughing attack.

i expect her to scold me; that this coughing is because i smoke too much.

instead, she pats my back to help the cough along.