It's official.

[blow_shit_up]

It's official, it's a bad hair day. Seriously, out of control.
I picked a hell of a day to quit smoking. This is gonna suck. So yeah, I'm going for it, cold turkey. Gonna quit smoking cigarettes.
I'm hard pressed to say I want to quit, I really kinda don't. But the cost of cigarettes is unbearable, and it is truly catching up to me. Now, this isn't to say I won't smoke some tobacco. Hookah, a cigar now and then, and I must admit that a hand rolled menthol cigarette is an occasional guilty pleasure of mine.
But to hell with these little worthless fuckers. I remember when I started smoking, the social element was the best part. Just a way to spend time with some friends, and that rush of being bad that comes from smoking during highschool breaks. A warm summer night on a grassy hill with a cigarette that leaves a faint taste of chocolate. Alot of good times with cigarettes, but that's not the case anymore. The craving, the craving, the craving. Smoking cigarettes now a days is more about the craving than me enjoying the cigarette. That's a problem.

Well, Wish me luck.