our dog karmel could so be in tv commercials, or have his face plastered on the front of dog food bags everywhere. more than any other dog i've ever come across, he could sell stuff. christ, i'd buy pedigree if his face were on the bag! (no offense to anyone who favors that particular brand...)

so yeah, he's a handsome dog. people tell me this all the time. sometimes, it becomes a little disturbing and unnerving. ``your dog is so... handsome...`` uh, thanks. ``no, i mean it. he's just got this... look... about him.`` ha, um, yeah. what the hell are you supposed to say when a random stranger goes on and on about how good your dog looks? shit. all i end up doing is placing my body between that of him and the admirer, in any effort to deter any thoughts they may have had about snatching him up and running off to take photos of him which they will then have enlarged and hang everywhere. ... i'm just saying, is all.

anywho. i'm worried about my boyfriend. rob, for those in the know. he just signed up for ebay. i've heard things about ebay. unfavorable, unpleasant things. bad things, even. addiction is waiting around the corner.

i warned him of this and he shrugged it off, laughing. just to prove that he wasn't going to become addicted, he spent nearly four hours this evening `browsing` the items and was a little too proud of himself for not purchasing a $130 amp and a $140 pair of speakers.

all this, and it was only his first experience. i'd be delirious to think it will end here.

he's been on some weird shopping kick lately, anyway. doesn't matter what kind of shopping... grocery, online, department or specialty store, whatever. he's ordered a workout video (which i'm actually pretty anxious to check out), spent over $200 buying food stuffs, purchased mats and taillights and insurance, and picked up random assorted things not worth mentioning individually. i don't know what's gotten in to him. perhaps that's what a steady paycheck does to a person?

i wouldn't know, as my job continually screws with my wages. they give me raises every other second, but i don't get paid hourly (only commission) so what the hell difference does it make, yunno? whatever. i don't even have the burning hatred left within me to spew forth any bullshit about them anymore. maybe by next satuarday that will have changed... considering every week they pick a new topic to bombard me with... but for now, tranquility is a friend of mine.

tomorrow, not so much.

tomorrow is day-off day which means there's a car that needs washing, a garage that needs further sorting, forms to be filled in and dropped off, clothes to be donated, tests to be studied for, vets to be visited, etc., etc. these things all require sleep to be carried out in a cheerful and efficient manner, so sleep i will.

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