Tomorrow, November 1, marks two years since I've had a cigarette.
In case anyone's been wondering what's with my personality, it's this: I am still very much a smoker, and it's been two years since my last smoke. Anyone who quits and says they don't even miss it is either lying or has a spiritual levity that transcends the physical urges of mere mortals.
Nevertheless, after two years I am obliged to celebrate somehow. I'd most like to blow it all on 6 cartons of B&H 100s or perhaps Belmonts (but no DuMauriers because they taste like salty dirt), but instead I'll fete my abstention with my usual reward: new shoes. Woot.
Monday, October 31
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Congrats on two years and a day! :)
Well, I've never known smoker Michelle, so I've never wondered what's up with your personality. Seems pretty awesome to me, except maybe this compulsive *new shoes* thing -- but growing up with my sister I'm very used to that.
Mind you, the shoes tend to be awesome, so fair play. (Plus shoes don't make everyone around you smell bad. Boo cigarettes)
Gah, double usage of the word 'awesome', and no edit possible :(
Smoker Michelle was very appropriate. If you saw Smoker Michelle, you'd think, "boy should she ever KEEP smoking!" Smoker Michelle always bummed cigarettes--never accepted monies for them--because it was a matter of principle. Smoker Michelle had lore. And cigarettes. Of course that was back when I still wore 3" platforms and kept my "real height" a secret from the world.
p.s. When I say "Smoker Michelle always bummed cigarettes" I also mean that as a matter of principle I always bummed to others. Peoples needs their smokes.
I'm going to de-lurk and show shoe solidarity (hi Michelle, I'm Edd's sister, nice blog :-))
Shoes much better than cigarettes - congrats on seeing the light.
De-lurk--what a lovely verb. I'm glad you decided to do it. I'm becoming more of a shoe fiend than I really budgeted for, I'm afraid.
Well done! You combine the bad-ass smoking image with clean living fun to good effect.
What is it about smoking that makes it so damn cool anyway (and cool it surely is). It's such a fuck-you think to do. Rebel! Buy big tobacco-corp cigarettes! I'm spending to kill myself! It tells you a lot about the human condition.
I have to say, I do miss smoker Michelle (seeing that was the Michelle I met and befriended), but I'm so proud of you. Right on, lady friend.
Oh Laura! All that makes me think of sitting outside New College talking stupid shit. At least the joint-smoking michelle is alive and well.
3 top memories from New College smoking area:
1. Chris showing us his "cool smoker" pose.
2. Singing "Land down under" by men at work and making you and K. giggle with my euro-trash bit.
3. Your awesome cigarette case. That this was Coo (with a capital C).
I still have that cigarette case! And I still sing Land Down Under every day! Although I don't remember Chris's cool smoker pose--but his Lobster Hands will stay with me always.
Hooray, Michelle! My mother and I are both very proud of you for quitting. I think that this situation does indeed merit new shoes...
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