i dont have to worry about cig burns to clothes from falling ashes (have ruined many a nice shirt or pants/skirts or jackets cuz of this.
>.< true OMG ! i hate that crap
i dont have to worry about cig burns to clothes from falling ashes (have ruined many a nice shirt or pants/skirts or jackets cuz of this.
And the monitor screen doesn't get all yellow and icky (technical term there) while doing so!!!
It has been 1 week since I received my e-cig and one week since I've had an analog. I will not miss hiding in shame in my home because my daughter stopped by unexpectedly and I don't want to explain to her why am still smoking. She stopped by twice this week (unusual for her) but I freely answered the door gave her a big hug and told her that I am done with smoking forever, I will never go back. I now eagerly await the mail man, and look forward to when this actually saves me money. I tend to spend a lot on new "hobbies".![]()
yeah, it's costing me more money than cigarettes did so far, but I think that's just because I've been trying all the merchandise and I'm finally at the point where I'm figuring out how to do it without breaking the bank! (and which flavors I do or don't like too)
Here's my list:
*vaping in the car with the windows up -- and let's face it, ever try to sell a stinking used car with burn holes in the seats?
*vaping in bed!!! Hooray!! In fact vaping anywhere inside the apartment is pretty great too!
*vaping before a job interview (or meeting your new in-laws) and not smelling like anything!
*best of all: NOBODY knows one way or the other what I'm doing. It's nobody's business gosh dang it! When I smoked it was everybody's business and I carried around a stigma - just by passing someone on the street they knew I was a smoker. Now, nobody knows I vape unless I decide to tell them.
It's like I'm finally allowed to be who I am and not be chastised for it. (oh, yeah, and having it not kill me is a pretty cool bonus too!)
When me and the little woman feel frisky...
we push all the furniture back against the walls,
I don my spiffy beret, draw a pencil mustache on my face,
squeeze into a skin tight pair of black pants and a long sleezed, black and white striped t-shirt,
she slinks into a frilly lacey little thing,
....and now she blows vapor in my face instead of stinky smoke before we start our French cabaret slam dancing.