Write this down.

The easiest way to get through to me is to tell me not to do something.

[It's a magical world and this is all just an illusion. Big faux here.]

It's officially been my birthday for two hours and I've started celebrating a little earlier than usual. If anyone needs me, I'll be stretched out on the hood of my car with a cigarette in one hand and carefully disguised bottle of something from south of the border in the other hand, waiting for the sun to rise ( Read more... )

Congratulations!

Your Screen Name is: Bzaro Getty

Discuss amongst yourselves and when you're done with that, leave me yours and I'll give the whole being social and getting to know people thing a chance for a bit.

I've tried to quit smoking at least thirty times, but it never quite sticks. I miss the feeling of it, not so much the nicotine. It's the feeling of dry paper sliding through my fingers. The little clouds of smoke that sometimes sting my eyes, but I still light one up and run my finger through the rings when I remember to. The way my lips wrap ( Read more... )