Post by Chastity on Feb 23, 2006 1:16:22 GMT -5
Who smokes and who doesn't? What are your thoughts on it? Do you find smoking a turn on or a turn off?
Here's a blog I wrote today:
Cigarettes and a split personality reaction
Current mood: high
Parts of me hate to smoke. Parts of me love it and want to waste hundreds of dollars on a pack. Parts of me think smoking is the most unattractive thing from a member of the opposite sex. Parts of me want to engage in a post-coital smoke.
Ever seen a two sided argument orchestrated by one individual? Let's see which side wins.
I get too many head rushes and frequently become nauseous when I smoke too fast. I work out and it's a chore when I have breathing problems on top of that.
My voice becomes sexier and more Scarlett-esque. I fucking love that.
Everybody is doing it! The temptation is high. Oh, fuck you aesthetics and unresolved baggage of adolescent peer pressure.
I had pneumonia last year (which by the way, is a lung infection) and the last thing I need to pick up on is a smoking habit.
My enemy died last year because of her stupidity and her dangerous curioisty in weed, cigarettes, alcohol and ecstasy. Plus she was born with a heart condition. Way to go!
Smoking feels good, period.
...so does drinking, I suppose.
...and sex.
But my voice sounds more womanly!
Smoking is hot. Smoking hash post-sex is hotter.
Smoking hash with potential boyfriend material post sex is even hotter.
I could get addicted. And could waste precious money that could have been thrown into dates, my England fund, acting classes, photography sessions, dates, concerts, books, vibrators, clothing and everything my materialistic heart desires.
My MILF aspirations will go down the drain.
No more smoking in bars starting in May...?
BUT I LOVE MY VOICE!
I need to keep fit and healthy, not only for the obvious reasons but also acting requires a lot of physical attention. Along with that, I need to learn how to sing without potentially sounding like some 40 year old coked out whore.
I get headaches easily from the smell of cigarettes.
I want fresh, white teeth without having to be fucked over having spent a fortune on those damn Crest white strips and other paraphernalia surrounding the whitening obsession.
I am sexiest when I am falling over and giggling from a variety mix of alcohol and giving you that expression saying "I'm totally rapeable."
I am not so sexy when I am clutching a bitch stick and staring at you soberly and blankly.
I like to smell clean. Not smell as if I stepped out of the Imperial Tobacco factory.
Everybody does it and it takes the shock factor away. Kitchen made narcotics anyone?
Here's a blog I wrote today:
Cigarettes and a split personality reaction
Current mood: high
Parts of me hate to smoke. Parts of me love it and want to waste hundreds of dollars on a pack. Parts of me think smoking is the most unattractive thing from a member of the opposite sex. Parts of me want to engage in a post-coital smoke.
Ever seen a two sided argument orchestrated by one individual? Let's see which side wins.
I get too many head rushes and frequently become nauseous when I smoke too fast. I work out and it's a chore when I have breathing problems on top of that.
My voice becomes sexier and more Scarlett-esque. I fucking love that.
Everybody is doing it! The temptation is high. Oh, fuck you aesthetics and unresolved baggage of adolescent peer pressure.
I had pneumonia last year (which by the way, is a lung infection) and the last thing I need to pick up on is a smoking habit.
My enemy died last year because of her stupidity and her dangerous curioisty in weed, cigarettes, alcohol and ecstasy. Plus she was born with a heart condition. Way to go!
Smoking feels good, period.
...so does drinking, I suppose.
...and sex.
But my voice sounds more womanly!
Smoking is hot. Smoking hash post-sex is hotter.
Smoking hash with potential boyfriend material post sex is even hotter.
I could get addicted. And could waste precious money that could have been thrown into dates, my England fund, acting classes, photography sessions, dates, concerts, books, vibrators, clothing and everything my materialistic heart desires.
My MILF aspirations will go down the drain.
No more smoking in bars starting in May...?
BUT I LOVE MY VOICE!
I need to keep fit and healthy, not only for the obvious reasons but also acting requires a lot of physical attention. Along with that, I need to learn how to sing without potentially sounding like some 40 year old coked out whore.
I get headaches easily from the smell of cigarettes.
I want fresh, white teeth without having to be fucked over having spent a fortune on those damn Crest white strips and other paraphernalia surrounding the whitening obsession.
I am sexiest when I am falling over and giggling from a variety mix of alcohol and giving you that expression saying "I'm totally rapeable."
I am not so sexy when I am clutching a bitch stick and staring at you soberly and blankly.
I like to smell clean. Not smell as if I stepped out of the Imperial Tobacco factory.
Everybody does it and it takes the shock factor away. Kitchen made narcotics anyone?