I started smoking again... I'm not going to say how long exactly, but its been longer than I thought I would have... You see, I was out and I had had a rough day. I was getting rather drunk, blitzed, whatever. And a friend of mine was having a smoke, I told him I wanted one. At first he wouldn't let me but I kept on, still nothing. He returned from the Bathroom and I had taken one upon myself to smoke. It was suppose to be for that night, but they ended up buying me a pack and its been on since.
Yes, I know I should quit. I confessed to Crystal lastnight and she's not happy about it at all. Tazzie told her to quit harassing me about it. He's a former smoker and knows how it feels to be harassed about smoking. I let it go in one ear and out the other. I know she means well, but eventually I will quit. When I'm ready.
McDreamy and I started to talk about the Packers this morning. Then the phones started ringing off the hook and we couldn't finish off our conversation. Apperantly we traded one of our RBs for another RB... Hmmm. He's suppose to get the details and let me know.
I was suppose to go out with AW lasnight, but his car was still in the shop. So we had to take a raincheck. Eventually, we'll go out. He said "maybe before christmas??" He's too cute.
So, instead of going out with him, I was going to do laundry. which didn't happen. Instead, I went to the VFW with Crystal and Tazzie and got drunk. And, well, wished a certain person was with me. That'll never happen.
Well, that was just one of my confessions. I'm still a smoker. I lasted a few weeks then stress got the best of me and I broke down one night while drinking, and have ever since. That 'smoke free' countup should be off the site soon.
I have more confessions, tune in to hear/read what they are. Same time, same place. Maybe I might get brave enough to spill s'more of my secrets.
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
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