cute girl
dan and i had some sort of conversation thirty minutes ago while at o'connor's about cigarettes and my leaving them in the hands of an attractive woman. i declined on the grounds that i have no interest in dating a smoker. i had four cigarettes this evening and hated each of them (but none more than the first). i'm re-quitting. i'm sure everyone is quite familiar with how that goes. but this time i'm committed to the whole concept. i really don't like smoking. the grossness hit me as i took that first drag. i went five days without a cigarette and it was painful. now i'm ready to quit and i expect it to be complex and difficult. but i'm ready to face those complex and difficult times.
but why, oh why, do i have to keep listening to elvis costello?