thoughts of a dying atheist

i should carry a lighter with me at all times.

i was approached twice by girls, both fairly attractice, asking me if i happened to have a lighter.

it was a shame having to say no.

i wonder what it was that made them assume that i smoked? the swag? the clothes? the shoes? did i smell?

i have to admit though, i do feel drawn to light up now and then. i've gotten dangerously close too.


anyways, regarding "her," as class began and she was nowhere in sight, i steeled my resolve and was glad that she wasn't there. i honestly hoped that she had dropped the class so i might never see her again.

but then the door flung open and in she walked. i looked down. despite my best efforts, my emotions soared. i am a pansy.


word has come down that the story on Coincidence will be published. i'm starting to get cold feet and going over the story with a finetoothed comb. i'm getting nervous.

i've considered rewriting it from scratch, i've considered scratching parts. i get worried that i'm leaving something vital out.

having to deal with a word limit is a pain in the ASS.