i'll think about it
every morning when i wake, i lay there for a second and tell myself, "today i am not going to smoke."
then i bounce up out of bed (yeh, bounce may be a bit misleading) and head to the kitchen to get the cough going - oops i meant to say, get the coffee going and then i stroll out to the garage, light one up, and think about it some more.
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i sure don't miss the coughing...
one of things that actually motivated me to quit was my sister and her smoking habit. the fact that she was seven years younger than me, but looked seven years older was a real eye-opener. being a vain bitch i decided to quit while i was ahead in the looks department.
and swmbo threatened me...okay, not really. but she quit first and i felt it wasn't right to smoke around her anymore...and it was too fucking hot to smoke outside in the summer...and too cold in the winter.
and...
one day i looked at my disgusting butt-filled ashtray, smelled it, and gagged.
whatever works, i guess.
i really only miss smoking when the phone rings.
dearjustjock: what pisses me off - is that i have stopped 2 times before - but this time, it's a battle. i think most of the battle is the fact that the malemate really wants me to stop - and in my demented head, i think it's one thing that i feel he can't control about me. i need to find something else - i wonder if there is anything else. sad.
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