...its not really a desk. Just a man spot Mrs. Kodiak allows me to go to and clutter up and be a slob at (behind 2 closed doors and no windows).
Anyway Im trying to organize it yesterday and back against the wall in a plastic sack I find well, I find a brand-spankin new, never-been-opened-before fresh pack of smokes! I havent seen a single cigarette in months much less a whole pack! Now I held that shiny pack in my hand. I caressed it. I fondled it. I even smelled it. A flood of memories came back like how ecstatic I always was to find an extra pack I didnt even know I had. Praise the Lord its like "free" cigarettes from Heaven!
Then, I chucked the damn thing in my special Kodiak-is-a-slob trash bucket and gave it a quick funeral.
So could you all do the same? (Maybe you have). Thinking back and knowing I basically have no will power Im actually surprised I did this.
Anyway Im trying to organize it yesterday and back against the wall in a plastic sack I find well, I find a brand-spankin new, never-been-opened-before fresh pack of smokes! I havent seen a single cigarette in months much less a whole pack! Now I held that shiny pack in my hand. I caressed it. I fondled it. I even smelled it. A flood of memories came back like how ecstatic I always was to find an extra pack I didnt even know I had. Praise the Lord its like "free" cigarettes from Heaven!
Then, I chucked the damn thing in my special Kodiak-is-a-slob trash bucket and gave it a quick funeral.
So could you all do the same? (Maybe you have). Thinking back and knowing I basically have no will power Im actually surprised I did this.