Vintage Shmoop
I think I was 22 in this photo. So that was 14 years ago. Yikes!!! I kinda like the Elizabeth Bennet hairdo. Actually I loved that hairdo and wish I could wear it everyday. I'm borrowing a digital camera right now, so I'll try to get a current image of the Shmooper up. This photo was taken by Robert Diamante. One of my best friends in the whole world.
posted by Shmoop at 12:50 PM
12 Comments:
It's the dress.
You belong on the top of a Xmas tree.
And is that a cigarette I see ?
Great photo : just bought myself a new, digital camera so if I ever get to understand the instruction manual
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M.
"And is that a cigarette I see ?"
I use to smoke like a chimney, Merlin. I quite years ago, but damn! If I haven't had the biggest craving in 16 YEARS for a cigarette. I've been fighting it, though. I just don't know how much of a fight I have left in me at this point. I haven't bought that pack of Camel Lights yet.
God, I used to love Camels.
Something's going to kill me, right? Might as well be lung cancer. It killed my Grandfather at 82 years old. Of all the things. Must've been all the chemicals he sprayed on the trees all those years. He wasn't a smoker. However, he was 82. They don't treat cancer when a person is 82. He really didn't suffer much. Nature (God) is kinder than manmade treatments. A person dies a much kinder death than if they choose to fill themselves full of chemicals. People's bodies are made to quit when it's time for them to quit.
Borrowing from Ferfe:
Just say'n.
And yes. I've seen the other side of that coin. It was freaking awful.
I need to make a correction. I quite smoking when I was 25. Eleven years ago.
When Robert (Bobo, as I call him)took that photo, I asked if he wanted me to ditch the cigarette, and he said, "no". He liked the juxtaposition of my classical profile with a cigarette.
Chalk it up to artistic license.
I keep thinking I should quit but I seem to be smoking more than ever.
Not good I know but when you live just outside a City Centre (as I do) you're breathing in fumes all day every day.
Besides that I have a feeling that my fear of old age outweighs my fear of dying.
My Mum is 81 : her brain is alive but that's about it. I don't think I want to go there.
M.
The smell makes me ill now. You wouldn't think I'd be having cravings! It makes me wicked nauseous if I walk in on someone having a cigarette. Blick!
The smell makes me ill too, and I still want one -especially whenstressed- even after 14 years. Camels. Straight up. Ohh and clove ciggies. Mmmm. And a guiness.
OMG, I think I'm going to have a fit.
Oh, God! I love clove ciggies! Makes me want to show up on your doorstep with a pack. I remember sneaking them with friends in High School. At least they smell good!
That photo of you???
Hot Brazilian Mamma. Dear Lord, woman!
If you showed up on my doorstep I would buy us PACKS. Andwe could smoke them with our boots on!
You know I think I'd even consider flying over to the States just to smoke Camels and drink Guiness with you two with your boots on.
Don't tempt me ; the lure is too much.
M.
"And we could smoke them with our boots on!"
WORD
"You know I think I'd even consider flying over to the States just to smoke Camels and drink Guiness with you two with your boots on.
Don't tempt me ; the lure is too much."
You must wear some, too! Except the kind for men, yanno??? Something like a combat boot that laces up the calf. Maybe with a few strategically placed buckles.
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