Joo nuttin' but a junkie, baybeee
Scribing at 12:40 p.m. on 2004-12-01
It is truly amazing how quickly we can move when it comes to satisfying our addictions.
Think about it. It's damn near lightning speed, isn't it?
Take the dog unit, for example. In the last couple of weeks she's somehow fallen under the spell of the toilet paper industry. Our dog unit, peanuts, is a half-roll-a-day junkie now.
We had played tug for almost an hour. My arm was ready to fall off. She finally took Shred (her toy rope) and went and passed out (or so I thought) outside my office door. I walked downstairs for 30 seconds and when I returned, she was laying there spent, surrounded by wee spitty balls of toilet paper; a decimated half roll on the floor a couple of inches away.
She couldn't have looked any more blissed out if she had a crack pipe hanging out of the side of her mouth.
When we toss the exploded/imploded/shredded half roll in the garbage, she waits, stealthy, until the opportunity arises to sneak it out of the garbage and roll around in it; a spastic fit of orgiastic toilet paper inspired glee.
Sheesh.
In other news, we had a really interesting from-nowhere snow storm about 3am; I finished up at work a bit early (luckily I'd gone in earlier than usual) and got my ass out of there. It had been raining all afternoon/night, and I happened to walk outside to have a smoke on my break and it was like, a wanna-be blizzard.
What the HELL is up with the weather?
