I felt carnivorous last night. I wanted to get laid, but since that wasn't an option (evil bleeding vagina), I settled for steak.
We drove to the grocery store, the usual banter of careless insults slowly drawing me out of my depression. When we got out, I grabbed his hand. I needed the human contact. I think I told him I loved him. I can't remember now, but it doesn't really matter. He knows.
A few minutes after we walked in, the smell of food was making me feel sick. Why was I feeling so sick lately? I haven't been able to eat much, not that it matters. If I even did so much as think about food, I'd gain a few pounds. We hurried out, grabbing some fruit, steak, and a lot of Ben & Jerry's. It was on sale. If I was going to be fat, I might as well enjoy it. I'd celebrate living another day by eating some ice cream. Sounds like a plan.
When we walked back into my house, it was apparent RJ had been at it again. I couldn't figure out why she'd destroyed another book and a pair of pajamas. This time it was the purple strappy top with the matching shorts. Was she angry at me? We were only gone 15 minutes. When I was picking up the shorts, I found a chewed up plastic card underneath them.
I stood up to examine it. Dumbfounded, I said to the boy standing next to me, "I think this was the insurance card I used to cut my lines with." We looked at each other and started laughing. RJ sat in the corner, staring at us with a coke-induced paranoid look on her face. I'm sure there wasn't much left on the card when she found it, probably just the residue. For a dog, it was enough to get messed up on. I think my dog started going through withdraws late last night. She was growling at her shadow. It makes me wonder what my house will look like tonight when I get home this evening.
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