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Wednesday, March 06, 2002

 
Day 24, part b
I'm chain sucking blow pops now. Bad bad bad - since i won't be able to get any more for quite awhile. I should ration, but i'm kinda disjointred at the moment.

I saw a tall slender blonde talking on a cell phone and sucking a delicious cigarette. Everything about it looked wonderful. It didn't seem gross or smelly or addictive when she did it. I bet she'd live forever. I bet she never hacked up phlegm ever. I bet her ashtrays mysteriously emptied themselves, she never ran out of cigs at the most inconvenient time, and never ever dropped one on her favorite sweater, burning a hole in the collar.
11:04 PM

 
Day 24
Opening the individually wrapped Starburst Hard Candy is a bitch. I already dropped one on the carpet this morning and boy did it make me mad. Why do they have to be indivually wrapped anyway? I friggin hate individiual wrapping. Unless it's on of course, the holiest of hard candies, the Jolly Rancher. Now there's a wrapper. Plenty of protection, but damn easy to use. Just pull the two sides and out comes the hard sugary goodness. Or for the pros (like moi) just put the whole thing in your mouth, and pull the wrapper out while holding onto the candy with your teeth. God I Love Jolly Ranchers
12:11 PM

Tuesday, March 05, 2002

 
Day 23
All i wanted to do getting off the plane today was smoke. Why? I can't be having any more physical cravings. Just the idea that after a long and cramped flight, you go outside and do one thing that makes you feel utterly good. Granted it's simply taking you out of withdrawl. But still. Something about it. Something about the closure that having a smoke brings. The after getting my legs waxed one, the after a long train ride to somewhere one. I like(d) those ones a lot.

But holy shite - not a single puff in ny. I'm pretty fucking proud of myself, even though i'm nowhere near fixed yet. And i need to majorly lay off my cuticles. I'm bleeding in like 8 spots.

12:25 PM