Ugh

Well. I've been trying to give up smoking for...well, a while. Actually, that's a lie. I've been talking about giving up, and thinking about giving up, and complaining that I should give up...but as for the actual doing? That's sort of fallen by the way-side.

However, this time I am going to make a concerted effort to succeed in my attempt to kick the habit (mostly because my girlfriend says she'll leave me if I don't). I haven't really smoked over the last couple of days but who wants to think about the last time they had a cigarette when they're trying not to obsess about cigarettes, and instead I shall think about smoking with a sort of fond, detached rememberance. Yes, I shall. I really really shall.

Yes, indeed. I guess it makes it harder that I don't want to give up. It's a horrible thing to admit, but I enjoy it (and I'm sure someone out there will want to smite me mightily for saying that, but it's the truth). I like smoking, I always have. Plus, y'know, the addiction. But I will try.

I always thought I'd be safe from the whole dramatic mood swings thing. I guess I just assumed that people had exaggerated, and that I'd be alright because I know what to expect. But no, it turns out that I am suseptable, and it does not make for a happy me make when you take away the precious nicotine drug.

Also, I was going to go off on a ramble about how I can find women smoking in movies quite sexy, but I decided that I couldn't be bothered to search for a picture. Go search for one yourself, you lazy bum!