up in smoke
If I try to put your eye out with my fork, don't take it personally.
It's just because I haven't smoked a single cigarette going on day 4.
I know, I know exactly what you're thinking. Thank you, yes, I know -- I'm finally becoming mature and responsible (albeit, for the moment, cranky) about my health and those pesky fine lines around my mouth.
I tell ya, though, it's a bitch detoxing from nicotine. I make no promises. But if I sublimate my grouchiness at you, it's only misdirected anger.
There's one important thing that's truly motivating me to do this. And I think it's clear what that one thing might be: a stockpile of downers.
Thank goodness that sketchy candyman doctor wrote me those scripts for all that Diazepam. I'm pleasant tenfold and can smile euphorically when everyone asks me how I'm getting through this stressful hellhole smoke-free.
It's just because I haven't smoked a single cigarette going on day 4.
I know, I know exactly what you're thinking. Thank you, yes, I know -- I'm finally becoming mature and responsible (albeit, for the moment, cranky) about my health and those pesky fine lines around my mouth.
I tell ya, though, it's a bitch detoxing from nicotine. I make no promises. But if I sublimate my grouchiness at you, it's only misdirected anger.
There's one important thing that's truly motivating me to do this. And I think it's clear what that one thing might be: a stockpile of downers.
Thank goodness that sketchy candyman doctor wrote me those scripts for all that Diazepam. I'm pleasant tenfold and can smile euphorically when everyone asks me how I'm getting through this stressful hellhole smoke-free.