9/22/08

itching


I'm itching now, the frantic half arsed cleaning has begun, along with the fidgeting and bitchy remarks.

I couldn't find my trusty nicAssist inhalator this morning (that looks not dis-similar to a tampon) so I have decided to draw whatever is in front of me when I would normally smoke.

This may end up as a collection of disastrously shitty drawings, but I'll post them up anyways, good and bad. They will be numbered in the order they are made with no commentary, as I know there is nothing more tedious than a ex-smoker bitching and moaning about how much they miss smoking.

Apart from non-smokers bitching and moaning about how much they hate smoking.

I jest.

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