Well, hello all out here in quitting land at KTC. I thought I would weight up on my quit so far and reveal some things I miss about dipping. Things have gone great on this journey so far. DAY 51!!! I stuck with the plan. Posted roll everyday like clockwork and through all of the bumps. Got through all of my craves and the bitch's suggestions. Drank too much(sorry I'm an after 6:00PM alky). I have to say I have probably taken more from here than I have given, but I am still plugging away at new quitters and semi-new ones to make sure they are going along. If they were listening that was great, and if not that was fine too, because I have learned to protect my quit and not let shit out here get me down and stop posting or start dipping again. I have learned that I finally have the resolve to and I made the decision to stop dipping Skoal Wintergreen Fine Cut. On to funnier things:
What I miss about dipping(sending to Letterman):
1. I hate it when I turn around and think that there is a dip can in the drawer in the kitchen.
2. I hate it when I pull open the drawer at work and there is no cancer-in-a-can there to comfort me.
3. I hate not having to clean off my mousepad anymore from the dip shit.
4. I hate not having to clean the mousewheels anymore because of the dip shit that accumulates on them from said mousepad.
5. I miss looking down and seeing the keyboard all brown and nasty from the dip shit.
6. I really miss worrying about everything in life because I can't have another dip ever again!
7. I really miss it when I need to take a shit and there is no skoal to pack in my lip to get it goin'
8. I miss it when my wife asks me why I don't have a dip in my mouth, and if she went and got me some, could we do it on the floor again.
9, I really hate it when I see some dumbass next to me on the road spitting in that coffee cup or that can. They look really happy, DAMN!!!
10. And number 10. I miss the fact that once I used to try and get cancer everyday, and man was that a way to live, and I miss the mountain dew spit bottle that I always kept at work and filled up to the brim with the juice(especially after it got really rank from weeks of precise fermentation) and then sneeking to the sink when noone was looking and rinsing it out so I could go back to my desk and spit more nasty juice into it later. DAMN!!! WHAT A LIFE THAT WAS!!!
DAMN I MISS IT!!! Have fun quitting all. I am glad to be here with you today!