just My Type: Marie Mccray

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Cigarettes.[part 1]

Up until this point in my life, this point meaning the past maybe 2 years, cigarettes have been a really touchy topic for me. See, as a kid growing up in the 90s, elementarty school made it a huge deal to convince me that cigarettes where bad. I deffinently know there bad, that's not what I'm debating.

I'm not really debating, I'm telling a story. So through out my teenage life I hated cigarettes. I hated that my sister smoked, I hated that my brother smoked, I hated when anyone in my life smoked at all. It was really only up until my first year of college when a good friend of mine taught me the joys of smoking.

We actually started smoking together, I think we split a pack or something. I remember I had maybe 5 cigarettes out of that pack at most and he finnished the rest. I slowly witnessed first hand as he built up his addiction. I definitely didn't smoke as much as he did, but whenever I would smoke it was with him. We would always have these great philosophical conversations while having a cigarette, some times just us, other times with company.

Before this point I would be so completely against cigarettes. I used to make such a fuss about it to my now ex girlfriend. It was just one of the things that she did that didn't sit well with me. Every time she would have a cigarette, I felt betrayed. I would beg her to stop, tell her it's because I cared. When I look back now it was just me being young and unable to manage my emotions. I was insecure and felt comfort in controlling what she could and couldn't do. I realize now it was hardly about the cigarettes.

Nowadays I just take everything with a grain of salt. If someone wants a cigarette, it's their choice. It would be an insult to their intelligence if I said they couldn't have one. I mean that's what addiction really is right? It's a test, one that the feeble minded fail time and time again. To say, no, you can not take this challenge, would really be an insult at the core. It's saying, you're not smart enough to understand the risk you're taking. That's a call for a 13 year old's parent to make.

Even now I would never smoke in front/around my parents, it would just break their hearts. I should just quit or something. But to quit would imply that I started and constantly smoke, something I'm slightly in denial of. I'm a light smoker, I'll say that.

What a fun topic, I feel like I have so much more to say on it! Perhaps that is why a part 2 must be in production!

To be continued...

You need to watch Spartacus.

I just started watching this show, Spartacus. you might of seen poster on the train for it or whatever. Its on that movie channel 'Starz'. long story short, you NEED to see it!

You know that insanely macho rush you get from watching 300?! the guys know what I'm talkin about-like you wanna fight a gorilla and totally win! yeah-that feeling. Spartacus it's basically that plus a Russell Crow-esque 'gladiator story line.

And you know that awesome scene in 300 before King Leonidas goes off to war, he fucks the shit out of his wife all epic/slo-mo/fade-to-black-appear-again-in-different-position? Spartacus has plenty of that too.

When I'm watching this show, I pretty much NEED to be alone. If someone is present I may feel inclined to attack them. Plus the shows loaded with ass n titties so I've got a boner the majority of the show.

This one really gets your blood pumping. Typically I'll be screaming things like "Fuck Yeah!" everytime an asshole dude get his head chopped off. This show is totally raw, it takes place in ancient Rome where no one gave a shit about nothing and just do the most fucked up shit! it's awesome and at the same time it's kinda sensory overload.

anybody whose a fan of 300, Gladiator, Troy...Wolverine, will love this show. Its so macho, it'll leave your living room smelling like an arm pit and you with a full beard. Seriously.

B-T-dubbz

on a more 'pretty boy' note, I plan on posting a video of Dylan Reider on Monday. The guy is sorta the antithesis of this post. Instead of making me wanna kill shit Dylan make me wanna.. touch my hair, take a shower and smell nice.