pink flamingos & marshmallows

it has been decided...the cessation of smoking is upon me.

heaven help all of us? nah, i have more sovereignty over my addiction than originally thought. it's just the cancer cells screaming at me "no!"

when my nicotinic receptors begin dumpster diving for their prey, i must remember strolling through the whit with the pink flamingos & marshmallows in the rain.

32, the magic number.
ration them.
savor them.
enjoy them while i can.