Goodnight mug, goodnight rug

They say a dog is a man's best friend, which has recently become more and more evident as i spend increasing amounts of time away from my canine. One good thing that's making it easier to be away is that blintzes isn't a dog. she's more of a bathmat. Thus, as a way to be weaned off my pathetic excuse for a mutt, i bought myself (and the roommate) a surprisingly high maintenance rug. In fact, blintz and this rug have more in common than one would presume. Both have little affect on my life aside from aesthetic purposes, both shed an obnoxious amount, neither of them are the most social of creatures, and most importantly, both scare the shit out of unsuspecting strangers. The best part about my rug (which will remain nameless until the perfect one comes to me) is that without much effort, it seems to welcome me home at any hour of the day. I don't know if it is the bright color or the furry nature, but something about the rug, similar to my dog, makes me feel appreciated.
Tonight was a good night. Fat lip aside. Expand upon this fat-lip story you ask? No, i couldn't. Ok, only because you persisted. We were tossing around a paper towel, because thumb-twiddling seemed far too cliche, and the ball lay in caitlins court. For some enigma of a reason, caitlin thought that the playfulness of the crumpled paper towel toss wasn't quite her style, and needed something more dangerous. A close cousin to the paper towel, caitlin picked up a jumbo combination highlighter that she found next to her. Now here is where the blame game gets all muddled up. Clearly displaying the highlighter to me, caitlin assumed that it was safe to toss. This assumption was not only incorrect, but also a little irrelevant, because why would i ever expect a highlighter to come flying at my face. Instead of moving like a sober and/or rational human being would, i opened my mouth. I think you can finish the rest of the story on your own. Now, in my slightly inebriated state, i'm going to watch Daria until her emotionless negativity lulls me into a drunken slumber. This is definitely a good night.