Smoking

Are drugs fucking with my cock?

She actually came fifty times. For real.

I am a tortured soul. I stopped smoking a few months ago. For the umpteenth time. And then, the other day, I bought a pack. Not for “bad” reasons. I had happy shit happening, and I wanted to celebrate, and…

Smoking is really fucking complicated.

Tamora tells me she’s not ambivalent about me, but something’s going on because she cancels the vast majority of our dates. This one, though, she didn’t cancel. Thankfully.

Part 2: Buying a pack Down that vortex, I’ve made whatever compromises with myself I need to cross the threshold, to buy the pack. This part of the process is unpleasant all around. Except for the impending fulfillment. As I…

Part I: Craving I began this post, “I found myself wanting…” but I realized that “wanting” is an entirely amorphous state, a way of articulating a mental and bodily phenomenon that obscures, rather than reveals, its own essence. The question…

T left half a pack of cigarettes in the house while she was away. Apparently, I can’t resist half a pack of cigarettes right now. 🙁

V observed I haven’t written much lately. Partly, that’s circumstantial. The summer (and it’s summer here in the northern hemisphere) presents scheduling challenges that are different than those presented by the rest of the year, and I’m less adept at…