Hello, guitar-wielding internet personas. Today, I haven't had a cigarette.
Today was a shitty day. It's not that I can't smoke. It's not that I'm fourteen and can't buy them for myself. It's not even that I don't have any money to purchase that delicious cancer. Nope.
I get bitched at when I come in, and smell like smoke. Also, mum has been home all day. And mum has a migraine. And EVERY. FUCKING. THING sets her off. I lit a match after laying some stanky logs, she was peering in my door within five seconds flat. "You been smoking inside?" "No." "Then why does it smell like smoke DON'T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME YOU'VE BEEN SMOKING" I hold up the box of matches and display the burnt match, "Oath, fucker."
And then that gets her off on another little fit about burning the house down.
My god, I would sacrifice my grandmas dog to Satan if he had a ciggie for me when he came to collect. I don't think I could send my mom with him though. Not yet. I'm saving that favor up for when Menopause hits and she starts flipping shit hardcore. Women.