Cigarette away !!! Day 1

2011-06-12T22:48:00.000-07:00

If you thought smoking weren't sexy, think again. That didn't stop a ship-full planet from thinking that a cigarette-smoking-James-Dean was the epitome of maleness.

What was it? The smoke? The white accessory? The bad breath? The dried lips? The lifestyle that was associated with it !!! And thanks to whom? A carefully planned strategy from the tobacco industry !!!

Tired of finding reasons to smoke. "Oh bastard; he made me angry. I need a cigarette!"... "My boss is shit... i need a cigarette.".... 'I had a terrible day... i need a cigarette." .... "That was the best sex ever .... i need a cigarette." ... "The sex wasn't so good... i need a cigarette to look like I orgasmed to Mars."

C'mon, who really wants to live like that?

Your life starts here !!!

2011-06-12T13:31:00.000-07:00

Your life starts here !!!! With that thing in mind, imma go to sleep with renewed strength.

Fucking tired of being a follower. Shed empty relationships. Leave negative patterns. Search for inspiration. Versus waiting for destiny to come knocking down your door. Who’s going to decide on how I feel?

Identity! Find it. Lose it. Fuck it. I didn’t ask to be here. Now. We ought to have the choice. Don’t we already?

What draws us here? What pulls us? Or pushes? Makes us love? Hate? Repel? Attract?

Be happy when you want. Or feel like it.

Put up an arse-crack face when you feel like it. Or simply want to. Be mad about something and take up responsibility for the emotion. Or thrust it in someone’s face. For fun. Of course. Choose! Or have fun believing you have the power to choose. Don’t pick up the phone if you don’t want to talk. And pretend that everything’s cool. And laugh in their face when you’re told you’re totally selfish for not picking up. At least you had the guts to go with what you felt. Hypocrits. Yes, me too. Happens. I ain’t running for Miss Honesty. Well maybe I am. And the other pageants are Me, Myself and I.