Another addiction story: A new low for me... I misplaced my phone. I had it on silent. No PIMD... I should be okay, right? Not so much. I freaked out. I sat in a dark corner babbling about butterflies, zombies, dolphins, and bacon for close to an hour. I got to the point where I said eff it and decided to go buy a new phone. As I was going to get my keys, I realized that I was still in my boxers (just in case you were wondering... that's a bad thing.). So as I was heading up stairs, I realized I left my phone next to my bed, charging because I had worn down the battery from an all morning farm festival (my favorite!) So, the moral of the story: bacon is good, I'm addicted to PIMD, and I am crazy.
I lost my phone when I needed it on a 45 minute car ride. I didn't find it under my trampoline until the next day. I started crying ,_,
Well since it appears that they're only a handful of addicts like myself that are willing to admit they have a problem, I will continue my healing process by adding this. Has this happened to anyone else: Me: I hate my boss! Friend: Well, beat him up! Me: Naw, I'll just farm the **** outa him. Friend:.....???? Or this: Friend: I am so broke. Me: Dont worry, I will volley you. Friend:....????? I'm using pimd lingo in everyday conversations now. Is this a bad thing?