I have a dirty little secret. I love smoking. I smoke about a pack every couple of years. That's all. In fact, I can count on one hand the number of packs I've smoked in my entire life. About once a year I get a major hankering for some cloves, and buy a pack. I indulge guiltily for a week, either out my bedroom window with the fan blowing and a bunch of scented candles to mask the smell, or on a long walk so that no one I know will see. Nobody knows! Then I lose the ciggies before they become a habit, and that's that. I don't crave them again for years. I'm smoking for the first time in two years, and, god, I love it. That delightful and gentle buzz, the way the sweetness lingers on my lips...ahhhhhh. I feel so guilty, but I must admit that I even enjoy the guilt just a bit!
Share your dirty little secrets!
Share your dirty little secrets!