A long time in coming...
So not only is tomorrow the day that I will have my first snowboarding experience, but it's also the day that I will quit smoking...again.
Less than a year ago I broke my 9 months of cigarette celibasy for a butt in an ashtray in Rome. Months later I began smoking socially, and then casually with friends. And now, I am a full-fledged smoker again. And it _kills_ me.
The item in the world that I am most proud of is my car. I own it. I bought it with my own money. I financed it myself, and I paid it off almost 2 years ago. My name is on the title, and if I happen to kick it, my car and my couch will be the only two items that anyone would want. I adore that vehicle, despite the fact that I often bump it into things...specifically parked cars.
Today, as the last step in preparation for my big smoking cessation, I cleaned the shit out of my blessed Wendy (the name of my car). Chances are the last time she was that clean was then I brought her home from the dealership. I washed, and I scrubbed, and I vacuumed, and I Armor-all'ed. And I cleaned every surface I could find.
In a fit of cleaning fury, I found myself upside down in my backseat. And what did my eye's behold? Black shit on the interior roof.
Baffled, I inspected the rest of the headliner. Lots of black on the ceiling of the driver's side. A little black on the ceiling of the passenger's side. And no black on the ceiling of the back seat, either side. And then it hit me- soot.
I have heard horror stories of smokers who had the ceilings of their homes cleaned, and were overwhelmed by the amount of soot that was removed in the process.
This is my life.
I used three damp paper towels to remove all the soot that I could find, and they were solid black when I was done.
Wendy doesn't deserve this. My lungs don't deserve this. And I don't want to do this to myself anymore. So I'm going out in a puff of smoke. This next one is my last.
Don't fault me if I fail, but I did it before and I can do it again. And eventually it will work for good.
I am ready to be a non-smoker.
*Poof*
Less than a year ago I broke my 9 months of cigarette celibasy for a butt in an ashtray in Rome. Months later I began smoking socially, and then casually with friends. And now, I am a full-fledged smoker again. And it _kills_ me.
The item in the world that I am most proud of is my car. I own it. I bought it with my own money. I financed it myself, and I paid it off almost 2 years ago. My name is on the title, and if I happen to kick it, my car and my couch will be the only two items that anyone would want. I adore that vehicle, despite the fact that I often bump it into things...specifically parked cars.
Today, as the last step in preparation for my big smoking cessation, I cleaned the shit out of my blessed Wendy (the name of my car). Chances are the last time she was that clean was then I brought her home from the dealership. I washed, and I scrubbed, and I vacuumed, and I Armor-all'ed. And I cleaned every surface I could find.
In a fit of cleaning fury, I found myself upside down in my backseat. And what did my eye's behold? Black shit on the interior roof.
Baffled, I inspected the rest of the headliner. Lots of black on the ceiling of the driver's side. A little black on the ceiling of the passenger's side. And no black on the ceiling of the back seat, either side. And then it hit me- soot.
I have heard horror stories of smokers who had the ceilings of their homes cleaned, and were overwhelmed by the amount of soot that was removed in the process.
This is my life.
I used three damp paper towels to remove all the soot that I could find, and they were solid black when I was done.
Wendy doesn't deserve this. My lungs don't deserve this. And I don't want to do this to myself anymore. So I'm going out in a puff of smoke. This next one is my last.
Don't fault me if I fail, but I did it before and I can do it again. And eventually it will work for good.
I am ready to be a non-smoker.
*Poof*