What's Up, Pussy Cat?
So I took my first Chantix this morning, and I've decided that I'm a victim of psychosomatic symptoms. Within TEN minutes (count 'em, ten) I turned to my friend and co-worker and said, "It's working! I feel dizzy." She looked me dead in the eye and said, "Ditsy? Yeah, but you're always like that."
Later that morning we went out for our smoke break. I was lighting my second when a wave of nausea hit me. "It's working!" I proclaimed. "Get over yourself" she answered back. (This is, by the way, why I love her. Busting my balls is the quickest way to my heart. Ask The Husband.)
I sat down to eat lunch a few hours after that and everything tasted different somehow. I smiled smugly, recalling that is also one of the side effects.
It's working. My highly-susceptible-to-suggestion-psyche is responding to the pill. Note I said pill. I only took one.
In other news:
My friend and co-worker turned 30 today. She wanted to get together for drinks after work, so I decided it would be okay to join her for one... just one... before I drove home. Now tell me this; why the fuck don't they tell you it's happy hour before pouring two shots of Stoli in your drink? What could possibly be the logic of waiting until after you've sucked the entire thing through a straw?
Let me answer that; over-priced appetizer sales goal. Fuckers.
And now for your moment of Zen. It's not a pipe cleaner, but it will do in a pinch.
Later that morning we went out for our smoke break. I was lighting my second when a wave of nausea hit me. "It's working!" I proclaimed. "Get over yourself" she answered back. (This is, by the way, why I love her. Busting my balls is the quickest way to my heart. Ask The Husband.)
I sat down to eat lunch a few hours after that and everything tasted different somehow. I smiled smugly, recalling that is also one of the side effects.
It's working. My highly-susceptible-to-suggestion-psyche is responding to the pill. Note I said pill. I only took one.
In other news:
My friend and co-worker turned 30 today. She wanted to get together for drinks after work, so I decided it would be okay to join her for one... just one... before I drove home. Now tell me this; why the fuck don't they tell you it's happy hour before pouring two shots of Stoli in your drink? What could possibly be the logic of waiting until after you've sucked the entire thing through a straw?
Let me answer that; over-priced appetizer sales goal. Fuckers.
And now for your moment of Zen. It's not a pipe cleaner, but it will do in a pinch.
posted by Robin at 4:37 PM
6 Comments:
Monkey f@ckers!
Great, so now I get to be the last smoker in the family.
But a pipe is so sexy, right?
Right?
I wanna touch your monkey....
:D
Hey ~ is the Chantix expensive? Is it covered by your Rx plan?
M~
I am almost the lone social smoker left of the bitches.
Ok, I get the DUH award for the week... it didn't register that you're "Vargus would have loved me..." right away, and I'm thinking, new commenter? She's so friendly! lol
That frame... that's just wrong.
~S :)
this is smoking we are talking about right?
we have had this conversation before haven't we?
if not,.. i am more than willing to have it again...
if it's not smoking,.. what are we quitting next?
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