how warm is it outside? Bubble gum?
Sunday marks the fourth day I have yet to smoke a cigarette. I admit my behaviour has been unusual. Perhaps this is a lame excuse but part of me believes this is my true self - smoke free me, coming back to life. My major dilemma, has been finding another passion to occupy my time. Sure enough, its been difficult to suffice my oral fixaction. Nail biting is an abusive resort (not to mention useless and fucking ugly).
My jaw is sore from chewing bubble gum. Iam able to pacify my problems with gobs of the pink stuff every day. Toting around a fresh pack of bubblemint is quite comforting. I can share it with others, just as I did with my lovely smokes!
The ball and chain has been cut free!!! Sucking on those shit sticks was such a cop out. Life from now on will only shit sugar coated puppies and super sour lemon pops. I can face the world with a fresh set of lungs.
Naturally I am high strung and nervous. I smoked as a way to avoid dealing with my anxiety. Social situations were snidely handled by stepping away and sparking darts. Eye contact with fellow pedestrians was avoided by looking lovingly down at my nicotine dick hanging out my mouth. "OH WOW, HI THERE PRETTY LITTLE SMOKEY. YOU SURE ARE A MULTI FACITED CREATURE. YOU ARE."
Its simple as eggs on toast - I can only expect people to treat me as well as I treat myself.