(Written May 1, 2006)Once in a blue moon, I crave a cigarette. I'm not addicted to nicotine, nor do I want to stop completely. It's more of the ritual of it--wanting a cigarette if I'm stressed to the bone or chilling in a social situation with other smokers. Why is it a "secret" vice? Not everyone I know has seen me smoke and would never guess that I sometimes partake of ciggies. Even Andrew, a guy I dated, never knew I smoked. I think the only people here in Chicago who have seen me smoke are some Borders people and Melissa (when she was still here). Sometimes I feel guilty or physically shitty afterwards, but not always. I will rarely buy my own pack though, as then, I would just smoke regularly. Of course there was a time I was smoking frequently....when I was in high school (stupid). I was hanging out with Stephanie and Doug too much, as well as other Kingwood smokers. Then there was late nights at Denny's, bored out of our minds because what else is there to do when you're 17-18 years old in a drab Texas suburb?
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I didn't know how best to respond your comment on my post, whether I should post on my blog to answer it, or post on yours?? haha. Here is the link to the book challenge...http://1morechapter.com/pub/?p=1 It's actually something I found online, I don't know the person who is hosting it. I just came across it in another blog! Looked interesting enough!
I do have facebook, but I'm rarely on. I have a myspace...believe it or not! I tried not to get hooked, but you know how it is!
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