I'm irked. Insanely irked. It's beyond annoyance. It's beyond irritation. I don't know why I'm complaining. I feel like complaining, yet all I seem to do is complain.
I have the taste of honey mustard on my lips. Rather then being delightful and sweet, it's salty, and overbearing. It isn't what irks me. This just irritates me. Honey mustard should be sweet, subtle and leave a mild kickback in your mouth. This has unleashed an assault, and the casualty is my mouth.
What is irking me is the attraction I'm starting to garner in nicotine again. I will not give in to this. Not again.
Never ever again
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