Yet again, I find myself surrounded by at least a dozen fucking lighters scattered on my desk, as if the Gods of Cancer themselves have puked up this colorful mess of lighters as a form of happy persuasion to get me to smoke more. It does look quite pretty, I have to admit... And I just can't resist pretty things, being the pathetic little girl that I am.
You'd think though that if they were that insistent on me smoking, they would at least arrange them in such a way that I could grab one that works in a single attempt without having to pick up about five before I get to one that works. Gets kinda irritating, as I'm sure you can imagine. I bet they all have a good ol' giggle about it when I'm AFK as well.... The bastards....
Of course, the hunt for a working lighter is only half of the battle. It's also a case of finding a cigarette box that isn't fucking empty. Every time, I have to pick up the boxes of my Sterling Superkings strewn across my desk with the rest of the shit, give them each a bit of a shake to see if anything rattles 'til I'm juggling boxes and lighters all over the fucking place, before I finally find the one that's not empty.
So in the end, it just becomes the routine I have to endure every time I wanna suck on a cigarette for a few minutes. But at least I get a good prize at the end of it all. And I like to count all this excessive flapping of arms as part of my daily exercise. And that's always nice.
I have a tea light on the go right now because my countless lighters are so wasted.
ReplyDeleteGreat post, keep up the good work and so forth.
When I'm in the living room and have forgotten to bring a lighter with me, I use the hob in the kitchen as it's closer than the bedroom. The amount of times I have nearly set my hair on fire....
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