cigarettes

i like to smoke. i'm not addicted. but i like having a cigarette in my hand, i like the way it smells and i like blowing smoke into the air. i like watching people smoke. and i like kissing someone who smokes. but sunday i had to quit. i was putting on makeup and my skin looked absolutely horrible. now i realize that it was probably drinking a bottle and a half of rum saturday night and then going to sleep on the bathroom floor at 6:15 and waking up after two hours and fifteen minutes, but at the time i thought, look at my skin--it's the cigarettes. and i took them out of my purse right then and haven't touched them since.