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eight weeks + 2 days of non smoking to which i was reminded of and praised by my smoking friend down at the liquor store this afternoon. he quickly calculated how much money I've saved thus far and the tally was $200. funny how i don't have that $200 and have somehow already spent that on something else. somehow. then i started thinking i should buy myself something..."I deserve a new pair of shoes!" damnit.
p.s. smoking is a whole catch 22. (not to be mistaken with a half 22) and so is being a non-smoker. when you're smoking, you're disgusted by yourself and your dirty habit, which is really only "dirty" by societys' newest standards, "ew, smoker, gross!!!" runs through your head as you hide your cig from passerbys you feel are judging you and also the children who you dont want to have to go through this seemingly life-long battle of wanting to and not wanting to desperately smoke and filth up your lungs...you dont want to be "that one girl" they once saw at the mall or the market having a fag as they get "stuck" on that image as they puff away... (read malcolm gladwells the tipping point)
as a nonmoker, you see people who smoke and you just. want. one. you're over it really you are! BUT (isnt there always a but, and in this case a BIG one) there will always be that smell of fresh and lovely smoke and tar you would love to coat your lungs with but fear the reeper that lingers over head like a storm cloud from hades, of getting hooked. again. a slave to the nicotine-king.

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