the nomness

Well I’m back in Texas and none the better for it. Effbit & I had stupid amounts of drunken nonsense fun, not the least of which was a midnight Half-Blood Prince screening where I wore my DA t-shirt & had Lego Snape in my pocket and Effbit brought her FRIGGIN SNAPE WAND. Now, I could mock her incessantly if A) I wasn’t the one who procured said birthday dorkstick, and 2) I wasn’t just a bit jealous that she could totally pwn my Wingardium Leviosa. I can mime a chopstick for days but it’s nothing against the licensed fake Real Thing, especially as it’s being jabbed into my ribs when the good potions master is onscreen waaay more than expected. Gah, I can never win unless I actually go to med school and brave the Jersey hospitals. Although I must say, watching copious amounts of House is increasing my need to not be quite so delicate with the creepy close talkers I plan to run into as I continue to hottiefy myself. And yes that’s a word, and as a 30+yo woman it’s not overly creepy, just way past due. Ob-viously.

When I used to smoke, my choice was Kamel Red Lights. Because they were yummy and a gentleman friend of mine taught me how to smoke and that was his choice and that’s how this happens, right? One is somewhat grandfathered in, taught by one who knows, and that’s it. Why did I flip one? Because he did. Makes total sense. I don’t smoke anymore (and really only did off and on for a few years), but I have always been drawn to the fetish of it. I like the look of it, I love the accoutrement and habit of the whole thing, and I really really don’t mind the smell and taste. I consider it a key part of my pool game, whenever I can find a table that actually allows for it. I swear when I have a pool table at home, smoking will be REQUIRED. Like, there’ll be a cigarette candle on repeat.

From what I’ve learned about other smokers, one is loyal to one’s brand. You make allowances dependent upon finances and sobriety but in general you won’t have a lot of Winston folks jumping ship for Lucky Strike. However, this pic makes me reconsider my firm stand against Marlboro Lights.

And the open mouth doesn’t hurt his case either.

(edited by effbit to say OH HELL YEAH.  I have been off the fags for TWENTY….count them TWENTY weeks and this is not helping in the least.  For the curious, yes, I smoked Marlboro Lights – both in America and in Ireland, because I was definitely brand loyal.  I salivate now while thinking about it – WHY is it that my cravings have gotten worse after the 3rd month?!  This shit is SO fucking unfair.

Here, I know you always like a smoke after teh sex, let me light one for you......

Jesus.  I will post tomorrow.  I am in too weak-kneed/willed a state to fucking manage this right now….gaaaaah.)