Ever since I quit smoking, I have been trying to find other ways to amuse my mouth and my fingers.
— That sounds horrible.
Now, I am at the Toothpick Stage. Toothpick chewing looks a bit crass (especially in public places), but it is so far the most effective method of keeping my mind away from the act of tapping a cigarette box to let the ciggie slide smoothly into my palm, then bringing the lighter up to the tip of the stick and inhaling the….
Hum… I was talking about the Toothpick Stage. *splashes cold water over face*. Most effective, and fairly cheap too. I don’t know how much a box of toothpicks costs. Probably nothing, if you compare this to nicotine patches or actual cigarettes… Marlboro Lights — the Marlboro Lights from the Philippines taste different really, when you take a drag from the…
*splashes more cold water over face* Anyway, we have two toothpick boxes, and we transfered the Unused Toothpicks into one box so we could put the Chewed Toothpicks into the other. Both boxes are sitting next to the computer screen, since I am infront of the computer 90% of the time.
So I took a toothpick from a box and started chewing, and in seconds I was busy spitting splinters from my mouth, thinking, Geez, they don’t make toothpicks the way they used to, eh?
And then Julien pointed out that I was chewing a chewed-up toothpick.
No wonder it tasted funny.
No, please, don’t stand up to thank me for grossing you out. It’s okay really, a simple Thank You will do.
