I'm quitting smoking as of last night. SHUT UP. It has only 1% to do with him saying it. I was already 99% here, have already given it a couple of dry runs in the last few months.But, you know what? I asked the (god damn) universe to make this decision easy and seamless for me, AND I GUESS IT FUCKING DID. I guess this guy and the embarrassment I feel smoking around him, and the idea of him spending a solid 24 hours with me at my house and having to sneak cigarettes, was the final straw that pushed me over the edge.
But I didn't do it "for" him. Oh look, snooky, I quit smoking so you would love me more! I'd rather punch him in the face than do that.
No, I did it for me so that when I am around him I don't have to deal with this pain in the ass incessant need to smoke, and then washing myself like a Silkwood shower to get rid of the stench.
So, yeah, now for the next week or two, you, should you decide to find/read this blog, will be subjected to the absolutely inane vile ramblings of nicotine withdrawal (and now that I have written out the word nicotine withdrawal, I will be subject to much spam regarding quitting. In advance of that, "fuck you, spam").
I have an e-cig ( bleh, more spam) and I will be using it, but I don't think it will be enough to save my grown-ass children from my wrath.
And should the Greek find out that I quit (especially right after he "requested" it), I will cut someone .
ps: fuck you.
Yuck. Blech. I hated quitting. I enjoyed smoking soooooo much. It sucked, but it was like magic when I quit. I hope it's like magic when you quit, too.
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