Angry
February 20, 2004
Fate is one ironic bitch.
It’s been just about exactly one week since my last cigarette. Damn proud I am too. I went through work without even thinking about having one. I stood in front of my smoking friends and talked as they puffed away with no inkling of a craving. I sat and watched the woman go through five during dinner last night and wasn’t tempted once.
Tonight was a lil dinner party for Mihoko’s birthday. We went to a small place and I watched as she smoked. I didn’t flinch but I feel like smoking after watching her. I didn’t though – I’m stronger than that.
It was about halfway through dinner when this girl came in. She was wearing a blue jacket and a short shirt. She was made up. She was sort of cute too. Anyway, on her jacket and on her bag was stamped in big letters, “MILD SEVEN”. She was a Mild Seven promoter. Of all restaurants, of all nights, of all times, she came here giving away free cigarettes. FREE cigarettes. I watched as everyone else in the table pretended to be smokers so that Mihoko could get a few packs for free. I didn’t give in. I didn’t want any tobacco… not even if it’s free. I’m feeling great not smoking and “they” have to tempt me with free cigarettes given out by a cute girl. Life is a bitch.
Score one for my willpower today.
