Okay, so maybe Lunchbox has been a little neglected lately. But that is no excuse for the massive collection of my personal belongings, trash, and food wrappers that she has been hoarding under my bed to tear apart. Pictures are the only way I can convey my equal amounts of irritation and amusement:
can you make out the wendy's wrapper, my leapord hanger, a CHEWED UP BOTTLE OF DARVOCET pain pills (jesus), a hot pocket sheath, a black bowl for hair dye, the inside of a pringles can, and the nail polish? below is a box of speaker wires, more trash, some wood (what the fuck? where did she even get wood?), and a couple sheets of toilet paper. ugh.
and here, we see bedsheets, the bottom of my christmas tree, a sales paper, jewlery box, a film canister, and a pair of jeans.
i'm about ready to kill her, when she slides out from under the bed, surrendering, like this:
how do you spank something that looks like that?
she's the cutest thing i've ever seen, but i am ready to thrash her. this is her after i chose not to beat her, nonchalantly chewing on my the one toy she's allowed to chew on while mounted on a pile of things she is not.
that dog is so spoiled. i've got to institute some discipline or she's going to eat my entire house up--
that's brandon boyd she's eating...
-me-
