Tomorrow marks one month since my last cigarette. I think I’m okay with that, but the verdict is still out. If only my fucking throat would stop hurting, I’d be a lot happier about quitting.

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So, I’m now 12 days into being a preachy ex-smoker fuck. The biggest reason I didn’t want to quit (aside from the fear of gaining a little bit of weight) was that once you go from addict to former addict, it’s like going from uber cool to fucking dork. Like, your Tuesday night goes from [...]

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I haven’t been feeling very focused lately, but I’ve made some fabulous purchases. If Blogger wasn’t being such an impotent penis, I could make a pretty post with pretty photos and show you what I’ve purchased. But that isn’t the case, so you’ll just have to rely on my fantabulous describing skillz. I bought pretty [...]

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I haven’t had a cigarette since 9.17.07. (Mom, if you’re reading, sorry. Don’t read my public blog if you don’t want to see things that might piss you off.) For those not in the know, I love to smoke and it’s the only thing I’ve ever truly been addicted to. So now I’m experiencing post-quitting [...]

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Ok, so barring cheating/slip-ups, I quit a little over a week ago. If we count slip-ups/cheats, then the official date is one week ago. See, I count the point that I stopped buying cigarettes as my “quit date,” because, to me, the distinction between whether or not I am a smoker is made when I [...]

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