and thus it begins…

Five hours and seven minutes without a cigarette.

Today I noticed that everyone smokes between Eighth and Ninth Ave.  Aside from the desire and need to projectile vomit upon my computer screen or any human being who accidentally touches me, I feel pretty damn crappy.  I’ve decided what a few of my “replacement” activities will be.  Please note as follows:

-yoga

-spicy pickles

-pretzels

-bondage

-porn knowledge cultivation

-sleep

-sex

-battlestar galactica

This list will most likely expand as well as subside as time passes.  Also, in dire situations of desperation I may create any unique combination of aforementioned activities. It is after all only Day 1. A ten and a half fucking year love affair with something that was never even alive.  More silent and hollow than a ghost and more loving than any human.  My longest and most dedicated relationship is over as of 7.03AM today. I  certainly reserve the right to go kicking and screaming as well as spit in a few eyes.