Friday, April 29, 2005
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I love smoking. I enjoy not only the feeling of sucking smoke straight back down my lungs but also the seemingly infinite aspects that accompany the enjoyment of a good stick of nicotine.
Unfortunately, I also realize that the damn things will kill me and this affects my ability to enjoy them. So now it almost seems like I'm killing myself and not really enjoying it.
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I remember thinking, when I was 16 or so, just starting to smoke, "Man I'll just quit when I'm 18."
I knew for a fact that smoking was ridiculous and I loathed it, but something inevitably drew me into it. I think it was not wanting to be left out while my friends were all doing it.
Not peer pressure, just a desire to want to be doing what they were.
I'm 26 now, by the way.
Thats crazy! I dont feel left out at all when my friends do it... I just chew my nails instead.
:@p
Well I think there's a bit of a difference between a 15 year old looking to make friends in a new town and an old woman and her cats.
You obviously missed the irony...
Ohhhhhhhhhh "irony" now I get it.
Perhaps it's because that's a bit like comparing a nicotine habit to a smack habit.
Oooh I've been punching you in the arm and stealing your lunch money ALL OVER the internet today!
I think it's time you told my friends that I'm really nice to you when no one else is around.
Then they'd point and laugh at me and no one would let me play on the see saw at recess with them anymore.
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now i'm just sad...
Don't be sad. I'll play with you on the see saw (when no one's looking)
I <3 Huckabees.
and?
No. That's it I think...
Did I miss anything?
Perhaps you could jog my memory...
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