Dude wtf lame weird strange.

[tzikeh]

I have never been a smoker. I sang professionally for years, I don't have an addictive personality, and I hate the smoke and the smell. During finals week of my senior year of undergrad (1991), I "smoked" one pack of cigarettes, if you can even call it that; I mostly just watched them burn, and flicked the ashes into an ashtray. They were utterly pussy-ass cigarettes, too--Virginia Slims Light Menthol We're-Only-Pretending-To-Be-Cigarettes-You-Complete-Poser. I've never wanted a cigarette since.

Now, sixteen years later, it's grad school finals week, and I want a pack of utterly pussy-ass cigarettes. Of course, I don't have any, so I guess cocoa and Kalhua will have to do. Yummy.

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[zoerayne]

I have this weird thing where when I'm feeling blocked on my writing, I'll go sit outside on my front porch with a clove cigarette, a notebook, and pen, and smoke and write. It's one of the rare times I smoke (cons being the other *g*), but something about it helps when nothing else will.

Ah, the twisty ways of the human brain....

[luminosity]

And if you feel that way, imagine how *I* feel. LOL Not a day goes by...

[kirbyfest.livejournal.com]

For a couple of years after college, I was purely a social smoker (bar smoker, mostly), and probably didn't even smoke two packs total during that time. I think I just liked sitting there with a cigarette; I didn't really like smoking it. I'm such a poser.

But even now, every so often, I get a really serious desire for a cigarette. Completely out of nowhere. Usually at a bar, but once in a while even at home. WTF? My lungs have now disintegrated to the point where I wouldn't try it, but it's a totally random craving for something I wasn't even that into in the first place.

[carla-scribbles.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jesus, I get that. And I have literally only smoked one cigarette; I have no actual desire to repeat the experience, but God do I want to be smoking sometimes.