I smoke Basic 100s. I started smoking at the age of 20, because of a family thing where I was accused of all sorts of illicit, sinful, hell-going-to behavior, but the only one I could actually figure out how to do without completely embarrassing myself with my naivete was smoke. And so I did. Stupid.
I started with menthols, the pretty-girly-kind, virginia slims extra long 120 menthol light, or some such, sometimes salem light 120s. If they had flowers on them I was a goner. My first pack of cigarettes didn't make me hack at all, and by the end I was inhaling like a pro. It was the easiest habit I've ever picked up.
I quit smoking menthols when a nurse friend told me that they're worse than regulars and were making my lungs bleed with every cigarette. Then it was Benson & Hedges for a bit, and then my brother gave me a carton of Marlboro 100s for my birthday (enabler!) and so I was loyal to Marlboro for a long time. Then, in an attempt to save money, I switched to Basics, and now I can't stand the taste of anything else.
I quit once, for myself, to feel good, blah blah, and then I broke up with my fiance of the time and went to a friend's house where they handed me a cigarette and a beer when I walked in the door (former fiance was a jailhouse minister. I was teetotal for a bit too.) I started again. Tried to get back together with the fiance, but he couldn't stand waiting for me to quit again, or dealing with the idea of his perfect bride-to-be being a smoker, or even an ex-smoker, so we parted ways. It was a huge blessing in disguise. That perfection thing sucks rocks.
I've tried to quit since, but it's been ugly every time--too much tied into my identity and my feelings of freedom vs. servitude and blah blah blah cakes. One of these days I will succeed though.
I was going to watch some bad tv to get sleepy, but I can't seem to find anything I can stand to watch.