Smoking a fag.
Me: Everytime I smoke, I get a stomach ache. What good is that?
Choire: Oh crap, that's HORRIBLE.
Me: Uh huh. When I need them the most, too. Don't know why it's happening.
Choire: called STRESS.
Me: Oh. Yeah.
Choire: Um, didn't we go through this before, like three months ago?
Me: What? Stress?
Choire: Yeah, and your stomach? You need to listen to more Ladytron.
Me: Yeah. I guess so.
Choire: If we were in California we'd say, "you manifest your anxiety and sadness in your stomach".
Me: Yeah.
Choire: Thank GOD we live in New York.
