It’s because… I am a woman It’s because… I am a man It’s because… I am White It’s because… I am White-[add country here] It’s because… I am African It’s because… I am African-[add country here] It’s because… I am Asian It’s because… I am Asian-[add country here] It’s because… I am Latino It’s because… I am Latino-[add country here] It’s because… I come from … Continue reading It’s because…
Ok so I was meant to give up and FINE I cheated every now and then with a little small eeny teeny puff. Did I feel good after each puff? No, it tasted like I had dragged my tongue over a dirty pavement and then back again. I think it is round about now when I tell you or rather suggest that you don’t read on if you have either a weak stomach or smoke…. the inconvenient truth is not pretty.
I have been smoking since the age of 14, I only really got into it when I was 18, by the age of 21 I smoked 60 a day if not more. I have donated many brain cells to this cause, I am now 29 going on 50.
Nope not joking, 50 is the age of my lungs, 29 the age of everything else (not the liver mind). So here comes the disgusting bit that I really can’t avoid. The lungs on the left is what I should have, the lungs on the right are probably still better than what I have today as I sit here and type this.
WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT
This song has come a long way with me, Dido’s words are so true to life and to losing someone, if you have ever lost someone you love, this song is for you my friend… I’m comin’ ’round to open the blinds You can’t hide here any longer My God you need to rinse those puffy eyes You can’t lie still any longer And yes … Continue reading For all those who have lost someone they love…
… and what a sad day it is, it is your 32nd birthday, not even 2 months since you crossed over to the other side, time stands still today. It was only yesterday that I visited you in the hospital, after not seeing you for so long you just opened your arms and gave me the biggest bear hug as always with a naughty smile … Continue reading Happy Birthday my friend
It has been a rough few days since my friend passed on, over Christmas I managed to keep a smile on my face most of the time and block thoughts of the fact he was gone by pretending that it was just a bad dream. Reality strikes hard and on the 24th, yes you heard right… Christmas eve, his funeral took place in South Africa. … Continue reading Time moves on