The BITCH is in the house..

Shit, just as I began this post, I remembered that I forgot to check the tags on my undies. Because I said that I would... and I was going to... but I didn't. Nevermind. I will.

I'm expecting to be a major psychotic bitch for the next week or so. I'm quitting smoking. Well, I'm attempting to quit smoking, again. A long, lost childhood friend has inspired me to have another go at it. So I will.

Go, ahead, say it..."I didn't know you smoked". Everyone usually does. Even people who've known me for years. It's not that I'm a closet smoker or anything, I just think people don't pay that much attention.

Please don't tell me it's bad for me, like that's something I may not be aware of. I'm not an idiot. I know the fact that I enjoy filling my lungs with smoke and cancer causing chemicals may seem to prove otherwise, but I assure you I am not. I am, however, an addict. Which means part of me, a very big part does not even want to do this. The part of me that does is the one telling me I have to do everything in my power to make sure I am here for my son. So, you see, I will be fighting with myself and it won't be pretty.

I'd also, rather not hear any smoking related horror stories. I suffer from anxiety on occasion and that kind of shit really doesn't help me. Instead it's likely to send me straight to ER with imaginary chest pains and numbness. (I'm only partially kidding here, btw)

Don't I already seem a bit edgy?? Laying down the fucking law of what kind of comments I will or will not tolerate. What a bitch! Yeah. Get used to it. In fact you may just want to stay away for a while. (that is, if there is even anyone here...hello?)

I fucking hate this.