I am currently having a love affair with Pall Mall Blues. They are infinitely easy for me to chainsmoke. I had 8 or 9 in one hour. At that rate how many could I smoke per day? Quite a few, says the girl not doing the actual math. Also, yum.

In unrelated news some girl left the comment, "have fun dying", on my Instagram, because non-smokers are such. Very. Good. People. That wish death on others. I mean, that makes such total sense, right? Of course not. In my experience, seldom are the morally superior among us actually technically superior. They actually seem to lack a great deal of what one might term humanity's finer qualities. Ironic, isn't it?