Yes. It's true. For all of it's negative baggage, I still love cigarettes.
Yet with an amazing amount of will power, I am on a third glass of wine and eating baby carrots. I think I've gone through at least 20. They still don't taste like my Marlboros, and worst still, I keep on eating them yet I remain hungry. Actually, the more I eat the worse they taste. Okay, I've got to stop eating these things. Crack carrots.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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