After four months of refraining, I'm now smoking again. I mention this only because I made an assholey, grand old proclamation when I quit, so I figured it was only fair to 'fess up about the failure. As with everything, I'm ambivalent about this decision. I wanted to quit to prove I could. And, obviously, I failed at that. That pisses me off. However, smooching Keanu Reeves was also on my list of things I didn't think I could do but that I would like to attempt. In the four months that I quit smoking, I managed to gain 16 pounds. Yeah, sixteen fucking pounds. And I wasn't exactly slim and trim to start with. So, by my estimation, that extra fat put me even further away from my Keanu goal. And fuck that. If the choice is healthy lungs for life or potentially one second of happiness kissing Keanu Reeves, I'll take Keanu.
So. Onward. To grander goals. While I smoke.