No one likes a quitter...

"I ain't no quitter"...those are the great words of the infamous Shania Twain. Sadly, they do not apply to me. I am a quitter, but a quitter of the best kind. The kind of quitter who says "NO" to cancer sticks, and YES to knitting. That's right folks, Janelle is now a knitter. A knitter who is trying to curb the repulsive nicotine addiction that has plaqued her for 6 years.

Seen here is a photo of my very first piece of knitwork. Impressive isn't it? I especially like the way it's missing a few stitches, and how it bulges out on one side. Aah...I don't care how shitty it is, it's mine and I am going to keep it as a reminder of what a fucking quitter I am.

In other news, I have also taken up the annoying habit of putting shirts on my kittens. They absolutely hate it, and it's hilarious to watch them run around and drag themselves over the carpet in an effort to remove the hideous shirts. Mr. Tanaka didn't seem to hate his as much as Gizmo did...but I'm pretty sure that's because her's was camo, and her and I share a hate for the disgusting print. I thought maybe because it was pink she would give it a chance, but apparently that is asking too much of her. She was out of it in no time, and her back hair was sticking up about 5 feet (that is just an estimate).

Here they are sitting together, oh so nicely. They are doing their best to avoid eye contact with me at this point, which is why neither one is looking at anything in particular, especially the camera. Gosh I'm an asshole.

LOOK AT THE EYELASHES!! I found these the other day and now I'm in love...probably can only wear them on weekends at night, because otherwise I'll look like a drag queen...but still, they are f'ing hot. Ok, I'm going to eat oranges now and knit you all some sweaters.

They say misery loves company...but what about happiness?

This is me...looking quite EMO with my EMOBOY haircut and scowling face. I really probably had nothing to be so bitchy about, because as you can see, my shirt matches my kitchen walls, and that in itself it something to be extremely giddy about. Unfortunatly though, I am a human being with a Uterus, and therefore sometimes I get these things called 'feelings' that really mess everything up. I get sad and grumpy and bitchy and just far too emotional as far as I'm concerned.

At this particular moment, I am feeling a little anxious...after a conversation with Nicole and Chris about my quitting the Cancer sticks, I have decided on a definite date...February the 14th...also known as Single Awareness Day. I chose this day because I already hate it, so I will already be miserable and therefore quitting on that day won't ruin any good feelings I may have had.

The thing about quitting smoking, is that people who don't smoke don't understand how frightening it actually is. I realize it is a smelly, expensive, unhealthy, disgusting habit, but it's something I do quite a few times a day...everyday (like masterbating for Jeff)*sorry...I'm just so happy that you are back!!* But seriously, when I get up, I have a smoke...when I get in the car, I have a smoke...when I drop of a client, when I am on my way to pick one up, after coffee, on a coffee break, when I'm stressed, when I'm happy, when I'm bored, when I'm tired...and numerous other times throughout the day. It sucks, and I wish I'd never started to begin with (anyone who knows the story of why I started knows that it's rediculous and I needed a better brain at 18) but since I did, I have to do something about it.

So here's to one week left of a 6 year love/hate relationship...and hopefully enough money saved up after a year to go on a nice little vacation.

Aahhhh...but it looks cool, right?