I haven't smoked a cigarette in a week. I've been trying not to even think about smoking cigarettes because it makes me all jittery and clammy and fidgety but I'd like to write about not smoking cigarettes so I can forget about it and move on with my life.

And so: I am abstaining from smoking cigarettes. Marijuana, maybe, but still, NO. Abstaining from smoking any smokable organic plant or whatever smokable druggie there is in the market.

Because methinks I'm not just whacking my lungs dead but I'm also contributing to the carbon monoxide pollution in the planet.XD (Well, the ice caps are melting yes, but Global Warming is a natural phenomenon mind you but whatever, for I have already made my decision NOT to smoke because, well, I don't know really.XD) And yes, I have stopped smoking. (I'm fond of repeating myself, beg pardon.)

Not smoking is the new coolest thing.
White is the new black.
Boredom is the new past time.
Silence is the new music.
Wordlessness is the new postmodern whachacallit.

Huwell. Ack.XD Don't really know what. But yes, let me just scribble a little table that bisects down the center dividing the pros from the cons:

Hurr, that's all I can think of as of the moment.

And I shouldn't be writing about not smoking because even just thinking about not smoking makes me think about one single teensy-weensy puffadoodledoo which triggers my feet into skittering away to the nearest sari-sari store to buy me a menthol cigawette which shouldn't be simply cos: smoking is bad.

You shall never hear me talk or think or dream or write about smoking ever again! Aye!

And noooooooooooo, this shall last a month then a year then forever until the end of time and I shall be free from nicotine dependence which brings me to: I should stop tippling alcohol too. And snap my Globe SIM into two.XP

To be totally antisocial, we have to fuck things up from time to time.:D To topple corporations one at a time, one dopamine-dependent product at a time, so we can be FREE and we can have freedom to do anything! Weeeeeeee! I am so HAPPY!XP

Meh, whatever blabbit.

Tomorrow we'll have a Dora-the-explorer-themed kiddie party in the house and I are the HOSTESS. Eeeeeeeeek. KIDS! I hates them. Arrrrrrrgh. I hates them nose-picking booger-flicking booger-eating minikin asswipes. I have no patience for kids I just end up grumbling and cursing and kicking everything away and they just laugh and I go whatsofunny then I go wantmetotickleyou? My best and only weapon against kids are my fingers; they'll do anything whenever I threaten to tickle them. They are my milk-suckling minions, my pesky sycophantic followers on the double with my every whim and whammy and tomorrow they shall know just who is the FAIRYGODMOTHER of all.XP Ukk that sounds awkward.XP And I have yet to think of kiddie games to play tomorrow. Gaaaaaaaaahah.

Whydonnibrainstormrightnow?? Hm? Games. Trip to Jerusalem and then to Sodom. Stop Dance with Erotica Music. Pin the tail on the snottiest loser kid in the room. Find kinky toys in the house: hint: it's slimy and sticky and tastes like strawberry.XD Hm, my brainstorming superpower is DEAD because I have to get a nappy.

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