“You know how when you see something really beautiful and perfect when you’re a kid, you just want to bite into it, like a new bar of soap?” said one woman.
Yes,” said another. “Or squeeze it really hard. Like a kitten.”
Well, not really. Me, when I see something beautiful and perfect, like a cigarette from a fresh pack (yes, I’ve been known to save half-smoked cigarettes as a gesture of solidarity with my third world brothers and sisters), I just want to burn it. I don’t think this is quite the sort of sensuous appreciation the girls were talking about, though.
Reason not to quit today: I need to get a feel for beauty.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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About Me
- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
1 comment:
I hate to say it, dear C., but this is metaphysical. You either WANT to smoke or DO NOT WANT to smoke. As a 20-year-veteran of the puff-brigade, I learned the difference between THINKING about quitting and QUITTING. Or not thinking about it and not quitting. Or thinking about it and not quitting. Nail the package to the friggin' wall, then.... suffer! (That's where being raised Catholic comes in handy. But that's another blog altogether.)
love,
p.
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