Okay, other people actually watched the movie “Super Size, right? Well, I recall the guy in it saying that no matter what you are trying to do, be it quit smoking, or in his case gorge himself to death, you just need to get over the “Three Day Hump” and everything is sunshine and daisies after that.
Well, this will be my third, I repeat, THIRD day of not smoking. Surprisingly, I am not finding it all that difficult. I think the cigarettes are just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before they try and make another attack >.> Well…I got several months in the last time I quit, and that was without any help. This time I’m using the patch, and crazy dreams and slight chest pain aside, it seems to be doing the trick. So, keep your fingers crossed for me, boys and girls, I just may do it this time!
I imagine it is not hard to tell this this is my first wandering into the magical world of blogging and I am curious as to who is actually going to read this stuff. Who actually cares anyhow?
I was reading Jill’s blog earlier (www.clevercookie.wordpress.com) and her last entry literally reduced me to sobbing like the broken, little emo boy I am. (Note: I’m not actually emo or a boy…but a sad little emo boy lives inside of me). I think we may just need to start spending some time together, Jill, my darling. We seem to be going through the same everyone is moving on and moving up and leaving you in the dust sort of feeling. Also, curse whichever black foul demons created the beast which is Writer’s Block. I have been plagued by it for the past several months and it is slowly pushing me towards a spree of axe-murders, I fear…
However, things have looked up for a me a bit in the past few weeks…my best friend moved back and one of my other best friends (Yes, I have several. Deal with it.) came home for an unexpected visit. Also, I am completely head-over-feet for that blonde cyclone of energy which is my newly acquired boyfriend. Takes a powerful force to drag my eyes away from Lumiere during a BatB performance, but Andy somehow managed. Smitten with the side-kick who stole the show, and as a result, stole my heart.
Ugh. I’m horrified I allowed myself to get all mushy! It’s that damn emo kid again!!! So, before I digress any further from whatever the hell my original point was (or I have to kill myself for getting all warm and fuzzy), I shall take my leave. Jill – I don’t live far away, and I almost never leave my house. We should get together and you can teach me the ropes of this blogging thing