Good... And Good for You

my dog is afraid of his water dish. it's pathetic. i thought he'd work through this issue and in the process become a stronger, more self aware dog. i even bought him a shirt to boost morale. if you look close enough, you can see that he's screaming on the inside . alas. months have gone by and the dare devil refuses to face his fear no matter how much i roll my eyes at him. then, the other day i saw a spider and shrieked and ran out of the room. which was sort of an epiphany. a sad, strange epiphany. we all have our phobias and no amount of opposable thumbs is going to change that. so i bought dare devil a new, small and in no way intimidating water dish. and i have never seen him so hydrated and sure of himself. he tony danza*'s that new water bowl! and i'm all for having a happy, healthy, hydrated dog... but seriously. i don't do 5am walks. *shows it "whose the boss"**. ** i really thought i could pull that off.

this morning, while i was driving to work the radio played a smashing pumpkin song, then a weezer song, then an r.e.m. song and then a nirvana song. i went to abc.com to watch the latest episode of "lost" and noticed there were episodes of "my so called life" up and ready to view. "clueless" is a brilliant, brilliant movie. i know because my sister and i rented it. it was in the "new release" section of blockbuster. so i'm just wondering which morning it was exactly that i woke up in 1995. not that i have a problem with it. i just feel like maybe the PTBs could've asked or even just warned me before they sent me swirling back in time. i mean, am i supposed to right some life altering wrong from freshman year of high school? or am i supposed to lay low and try to avoid altering the space time continuum? are there snapples in this reality? will a butterfly flapping its wings in tibet cause a hurricane in ontario? i don't even know what ...