Right, well this whole quitting cold turkey thing isn’t going to work - I managed to distract myself from having a bed time cig last night but was cross all evening, and refraining from my morning one has left me trapped away from polite society as I have a very strong temptation to bite anyone who gets too close to me on the hand.
So, some concessions must be made if I’m to have any chance of making it out of this with my sanity intact:
1. I am allowing myself no more than 3 cigarettes a day for the following week, and the week after will be no more than 2 a day.
2. If I get through till Friday night without purchasing a new packet of smokes (current count 5, I had a weak moment yesterday), I will do something nice for myself over the weekend.
3. However, if a moment of extreme mental or emotional stress should arise, I am allowed to have a free pass on extra cigarettes smoked that day (and that day ONLY).
I think this sounds far more doable.
*Trots off to get another glass of ice cubes*
Ooer, not including patches or gum or any other nicorette product or hypnosis, does anyone else have any tips for quitting the cancer candies?
I was right - not having the regular after dinner cigarette is driving me crazy. I went for a long walk to try and get rid of the cravings but all it did was increase the itchniness. How on earth *did* I manage to quit last time? I certainly know how I managed to cut down (hint, it involves keeping the mouth too busy to smoke). Since the walk didn’t work and neither is sucking on ice cubes, I figure I’ll bash out a few words here to keep at least mental cravings at bay for awhile.
Warning, content behind the cut is of a rather adult nature so if you’re easily offended, don’t read it. If you DO read it, don’t come crying to me!
This is ridiculous.
I bought my current deck of cigs (Benson & Hedges Smooth, 25pk) over the weekend and I’m already down to 6. I’m smoking too much again.
Time to attempt the quit…again. Last deck, will save the remaining 6 for emergencies, then not buy anymore.
Ooooh, this is gonna hurt.
Though this blog rarely gets comments, I know that there are a few folks who like following my random and barely literate blurtings on this blog, so this is an invitation:
I’ve turned off the requirement for names and emails to be included with comments, so I’d like to invite you to leave an anonymous comment. I share some of the most intimate details of my life here (obviously not all!), so tell me something about you! Anything - some fact about you and your life that I don’t know, something you’re comfortable sharing. Heck, even the reason you follow this blog!
So, dear readers, here’s an invitation to you to share something about yourselves in exchange for everything that you know about me! This is your confessional box - feel free to go nuts! 
(Yes, the name, email and website fields are still there but you don’t have to fill them in with anything. I’ve also turned on comment moderation to prevent the spambots having a field day with this!)
Went up to the top of the Dandenongs on Sunday night for an attempt at a photo shoot of the city lights…discovered to my dismay that my lack of practice outside the realm of food photography in the past few months has resulted in my losing my ability to work the camera outside my kitchen - as a result, this shot was the best of the night.
I am utterly dismayed, and have resolved to go on a solitary nightwalk around the city sometime this week to retry my hand at some night photography. Heck, I might even try the Rialto…despite my abysmal fear of heights.
Despite my disappointment with my photos, I had a marvellous night…and…uh…*cough* I have the hickeys to prove it!
Kinda odd, really. I mean, I haven’t had a hickey since I was 16 - I was given one by my then boyfriend and was so embarrassed at having to go through the next day at school with a giant mark on my neck (despite my best attempts to cover it up with concealer) that after that day, I made sure that nobody left any visible marks. Admittedly, this is only a little one, though it does stand out like a sore thumb…as my brother’s raised eyebrow indicated to me when I saw him this morning. Of course, having gotten home late last night, I didn’t realize what the raised eyebrow was for till I trotted into the bathroom for my morning shower, and then…
“SWEET JESUS ON A BICYCLE, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING ON MY NECK?!”
I tried the concealer and once again it failed me, and what with it being a tad odd to wear a scarf inside, I resorted to wrapping my hair around the front of my neck all day and spending as little time with the family as possible.
Only having had one previous experience with these suckers (HAH! I made a funny…), I’ve got no idea how long they last…can anyone offer any advice? Any girls who have tips as to how to hide this without it being totally obvious as to WHAT I’m hiding?
Driving to the shops to do some grocery shopping, I’m coasting down a parking aisle and
“OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S A HUNTSMAN AND IT’S CRAWLING DOWN MY MOTHERFUCKIN’ WINDSHIELD! AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!”
Cue slamming on breaks (thankfully it wasn’t much of a deal as I was the only car in the aisle and traveling at about 10 kph), and LOTS of girly squealing as I proceed to hyperventilate like a crazy thing and make frantic wavy gestures at the spider (which, admittedly, was on the OUTSIDE of the glass, but as big as the palm of my hand). Spider takes a hint and SCUTTLES back up the windshield and props itself on the top of the car, half on the car and half on the door so that I can’t actually get OUT of the car lest the fucker falls on me.
Cue hyperventilating and almost bursting into tears.
I start banging on the window and it disappears from view, only to scuttle down the back windshield. Quickly, I rip into a parking lot and jump out of the car, shoe in hand. Of course, I’m too much of a pussy to actually whack the thing, so instead there’s lots of tentative shooing motions with said shoe as it scuttles back UP the back windshield, across the top of the car, then down the front windshield, then onto the driver side window. At this point, I’m getting a bit more desperate and trying to use the shoe to flick the fucker off the car and onto the ground, but it seems VERY FUCKING ATTACHED, and instead scuttles down the door and settles on the front right mud flap.
Okay, I can live with that. I put the shoe on and turn to leave, but then remember that I’ve left my mobile phone in plain view on the passenger seat. CRAP.
I look back at the car and the dirty fucker is sitting there and LAUGHING AT ME, I swear to god! I muster my courage, open the door and quickly reach inside to grab the mobile then close the door quick smart so it doesn’t have a chance to scuttle INSIDE the car. The slam of the door sent it racing under the car and I gave up and ran away.
The drive home was…interesting, and even now I get the feeling that the bastard is lying in wait somewhere, ready to terrify me with its gangly legs *shudders*
Yes, it’s just a spider, but I DON’T CARE AND I JUST WANT IT TO GO AWAY~!! *sobs*
Oh my GOD! People are freakin’ hilarious! But I suppose that by signing up to OkCupid, I was exposing myself to a variety of crazies! What I think is hilarious is that people take it all so fucking seriously! Puh-lease! So what if I don’t reply to your message or chat? Can’t you take a hint that I’m not that interested - do you really need me to take a big red paintbrush and plaster “I’M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU IN ANY WAY, NOW FUCK OFF” to get a clue?
Below, we have an excellent example of one such wanker -
You fucking shit, youre so full of crap, you never gave me the impression that 99% of your time was taken up, why would you be joining a dating site and going on a date with a guy you’ve only been talking to for 3 days and arranging another date a few days later? You were just having a shitty day and didnt have the guts to tell me that you didnt want to meet me.
Because, you wanker, AS I FUCKING TOLD YOU BEFORE, he made it easy for me - I told him about my situation and he organized the details around me so that 1) I didn’t have to think about anything, I could just turn up, and 2) He worked around my current availability. The second date has been organized the same fucking way, you whiny bastard! As for why I signed up when my mother was ill - believe it or not, I didn’t fucking know it would be this bad or go on for as long as it would, funny how illness can be FUCKING UNPREDICTABLE like that, huh? The reason I’m still there is because the illness isn’t going to last forever, and I’m finding the site amusing while I’m stuck at home playing nursemaid - yeesh! Talk about being a whiny motherfucker!
I just wanted to get to know you, i wasnt even going to ask to meet you until we had had a proper conversation on the phone first, but since you seemed so eager to be with this first guy and were talking to at least 3 other guys i felt like i had to ask before you got distracted by someone else.
Every time you said you were too busy or whatever i backed off, i gave you your space, so dont act like i was so pushy, youre not that desirable you know, just get over yourself.
Not pushy? If I’ve made it clear that I don’t really feel like making solid plans because you keep fucking asking questions even though I’ve explained my situation and you keep demanding my attention, then we must have very fucking different ideas of what pushy entails. Hey, I never said I was desirable, I’m as flawed (or more so) as the next person, so despite my growing indifference/coldness to you, why’d you still keep trying to talk to me, huh? Think about it, mate - did I ever actually initiate a conversation with you? No, because from the outset you were pretty yawn-a-riffic, but I thought I’d try chatting to you anyway because the ‘net can skew personalities and communication skills.
Just cause youre having a shit time doesnt mean you have to take it out on other people, youre the one who needs to grow up, if you dont want to meet new people then get the fuck off a dating site you moron.
No, I want to meet new people - I just don’t want to meet you
As for taking it out on you - hey, WHO sent the first insulting email? That’s right - YOU! So you want to dish it out but don’t want to take it? Get the fuck over it! Oh, and while you’re at it - learn how to use a fucking apostrophe.
People, a word of advice - don’t act like this moron cuz it won’t get you very far with ANYBODY, much less me.
You’re not an angsty teenager, you’re an adult, so get over it and grow the FUCK up already. Honestly, what is with oversensitive whingers who wallow in negativity and expect complete strangers to give a rat’s ass?
In case it isn’t obvious, I am VERY family-centric, the rest of the world comes after my immediate biological family and my extended family (the Stranglyheads), so either deal with it or jog on.
This is the funniest shiz I’ve seen in awhile:
LYRICS:
I’m a right-clicka
I’m an iBook flippa
Macs and PCs - no fight gets bigga
Surf Safari or browse in I.E.
Better know what you rep(resent) - a Mac or PC!
USB 1-2.0, son, you don’t know
watch my data flow
From MS-DOS command line prompts
Black backgrounds, no special sauce
Well I’ve only been around since ‘84
But my ease of use has done so much more
From a Plus to a Classic to a II GS
To a PowerPC, my OS is the best
So clickable, design is lickable
My aqua interface makes XP dispicable
Quick I pull the RAM stick out the slot
Then I swap it with generic
cause the port is hot
If you see life through an LCD
Betta know your brand is it a Mac-or-PC?
Take a look at Vista
enjoy the view
I suggest Premium or the ultimate skew
cop a Dell with a graphics card - super fast
turn the arrow on and lick the glass
Tiger’s fast as hell
But Leopard’s got the boom
Time machine is mad mean
you’re absurd - what’s a zune?
Middle name: innovate
All features integrate
Now stay the hell out of my developers’ conferences!
Nonsenses - I’m networking
You’re not working
Stop staring at your built-in webcam
YouTube surfing
Ha! 1,000 views is pretty fresh
ComputerGal36 even says I’m the best
He is the best with his videos
And cuts them all on his Final Cut Pro
Mac, PC, and Me, At Last
When I run IT’S A iPOD!
Talk IT’S AN iPHONE!
Stuff I gotta have no matter what
It’s an iLOAN!
I want an Intel, plus CS3,
but for now I’m streamin keynotes in bed
Listenin to Steve
Uh! Compatibility
Everybody fits with me
All the applications wanna get with my virility
At any time
Yo, it might go off
And you can ride it
Til it’s Micro-Soft
Huh! Pay attention
I got a new invention
Steal your next idea
At the MacWorld Convention
But guess what
You’ll always be behind
Cuz Mac is a state of mind
It seems a mix of the Mac and PC ads by apple, with some influence by Weird Al’s “White and Nerdy” song/clip, but regardless, it’s a win!
I’m grinning like a damn fool and I can’t get to sleep.
I had my first proper, successful date in 1 1/2 years tonight, and despite my nerves, it was absolutely wonderful.
We met before the movie for a quick (non-alcoholic) beverage, then saw Juno (which I’ve been dying to see and thoroughly enjoyed), then had another non-alcoholic beverage before he walked me to my car and we parted ways for the evening.
The entire drive home was spent with an uncontrollable grin stretching from ear to ear, and when I got home, I sent a quick message to thank him for the lovely evening and that I hoped he had a safe journey home. The next minute, we’re on the phone having a quick chat since his caffeine was preventing him from sleeping…it was meant to only go for 30 minutes, but 1 1/2 hours later, I felt so bad for how tired he would be at work tomorrow, so I “put my foot down” (as he put it) and said goodnight.
We’ve already planned our next date. Not another movie, since it prevents us from talking, so we came up with an alternative plan - a night drive to some scenic hills, with me packing a light night-time picnic 
Needless to say, I’m terribly excited and I can’t wait!
And Naridu, if you read this, THANK YOU!!! Honey, I SO owe you one!
