Damn you! Damn you! It’s 8.04am and I’m still in my boxer shorts. I should be getting ready, but I’ve found a new addicition. Gone are the craving for cigarettes, for cocaine, for weed, for booze. I have much more evil addiction. And no, it’s not “Underwear for Grandma – Places to put your shopping!”. It’s worse than that. I am addicted to…fast food.
Yes, I am addicted. Instead of having childish man thoughts about big inflatable boobies and asses that are large enough to fill the Millennium Dome, I am instead dreaming…no craving, wanting, needing a fucking SUBWAY!
I think...
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So I ended up smoking, even though this morning I thought the nagging feeling of ash in my mouth would be enough to put me off. I had money in my pocket and that went straight to Mr Treasury of Govt Inc and of course Uncle Tobacco Ltd. I ended up not feeling sick this time, except for afterwards.
Having lit one, not with any supressed excitement, but more of a “here we go again”, repetitous juncture I took my first lung full of smoke, pondering as to whether my throat would start bleeding again. It didn’t, so that was a...
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It’s not easy quitting smoking. I think I’m finally become addicted by habit and a psychological need to have something smoking in between my fingers. After going threw my horrid, but equally pleasurable, fever, I thought I had tested my strength of will by focusing on actual reality. I think I’ve become dependent on cigarettes not as a need for nicotine, but as a distraction for my depression or awareness of the monotony around me.
Although it’s only been just over a weekend since I quit smoking, I’m already getting this nagging feeling at the prospect of being outside and not...
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