Merry Christmas and all that bollocks. I am feeling very happy and very good because I recently got bought loads of Lush stuff and my skin has turned a corner (on improvement). Also, my brother is back from Thailand and I am happy because I was convinced that while he was there he was going to die, or be killed.
He brought back some lovely presents: 200 cigarettes that feature really horrible off putting graphic warning photographs of dying Thai people and a t-shirt. The problem is I haven't smoked in nearly a month, and have spent these weeks coughing up excessive chunks of nasty. I am cleaning my lungs out! I do feel better about it, however I am conflicted not because I don't treat smoking as a habit, but rather a pastime. Yet, I feel bad that after all this coughing to clear them out, I will dirty them again with smoking, even if it's at the right place during the right time. And the warnings on these cigarettes really make me feel dirty already, and I haven't even had one yet.
I didn't think I would ever feel so happy though over cosmetics. Aromatherapy and good skin really do bring me happiness, during a season where most people are fooling themselves into thinking that buying pointless shit will make them feel good.
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