Tuesday, March 27, 2007

one of my med's side-effects: vivid dreams. awesome!

thanks for all of your sweet messages about me quitting smoking. i keep telling everyone i'm done april 2, so now i'm gonna have to, cuz i ain't no liar.

so here's the deal - i just picked up my prescription to chantix, a new stop-smoking drug. i tried zyban in 2002, which was a total mess. it made me stop caring about smoking, sure, but it also made me stop caring about work, hanging out with friends, and life in general. not that i was suicidal - i was just one flatlined gray area. when i quit the zyban (which is basically just wellbutrin, an anti-depressant, which fucks with you if you're not depressed) after a month and started smoking two months after that, lots of my friends were like "um, not to encourage your terrible habit or anything, but thank god."

chantix isn't brain-altering per se - it prevents nicotine from attaching to your brain receptors, but then somehow makes you not crave it, either. yeah, i don't know. i guess it's like the anti-opiate implant that totally didn't work for pete doherty, or the drug they give hardcore alcoholics that makes them violently ill when they drink, but minus the pain. supposedly, after a week, i'll try smoking and just think it's grody. so, uhh, we'll see how this works. it has the highest success rate of any stop-smoking drugs (44 percent). and since it's new, it isn't covered by insurance. which means that i just dropped $246.78 at walgreens for a two-month supply. alls i gots to say about that is that you better fucking work, bitch.

just one more quit-smoking thing for today: i saved this off of msn a while ago, and part of my Grand Plan to Quitting is that when i usually go outside to have a smoke at work (at 10, noon, 1 and 3), i'm going to go walk around the block instead. it's the little things, people. i basically have to stop doing what i do every single day at the same time, and i am a creature of habit.

anyway . . .

i have a new nomination for the worst tattoo i have ever seen (click here) but the first photo on this page is probably the worst collage/collection of band tattoos i have ever seen (both for subjects as well as artwork).

in case you are interested in these things as well:

a documentary about meth!

an article about mika!

brooke astor is still alive and still rich!

people are fucking retarded!

the internet is the perfect filing cabinet for all kitsch and nostalgia!

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