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Today I saw a baby bird die. I don't know why it's bothering me so much. The mother was chirping her a** off all morning, like CHIRPCHIRPCHIRPITYCHIRPCHIRP. Kind of like my mum. So taking in my own marvelous abilities to read fluent bird-that's-living-on-my-porch, I have gathered that like me, the little bird doesn't fly (Versus my not driving) and the mother is getting pretty ******** pissed off flying her a** off back and forth to get the bird food and s**t. So she was like. Chirp. The baby bird was all, "But... Chirp chirp." And she was just. "CHIRP." And he jumped. Fell on the rocks. And died. HE DIED. And the mother just looked down all devastated and flew off. I SAW THE WHOLE THING. So this is like. An omen or something. Meaning maybe if I start driving I'm going to crash and die. Or if I follow through with this whole Arizona thing I am going to crash and die. Either way I'm legitimately sure I'm going to crash and die. I'm too pretty to die. So yes. My morning has been eventful and ******** terrifying and I haven't even stepped foot outside since. I imagine the mother is going to head into extreme alcoholism and abandon her other child (Thoug her other child is a star flyer). But what do I know. I'm sitting here ready to cry because I witnessed a baby bird falling and dying. IN OTHER NEWS. I'm still going to Arizona. So hey, death, hey. Lolol. I hate work. I seriously work with a bunch of bitches. Even the gay guy I work with is a b***h. Straight up. Drama hungry little bastards. I need a week's vacation. BAD. I wanna go to das beach. BEACH.
I don't give a ******** ********.
A f t e r F X · Wed Jul 31, 2013 @ 08:04pm · 0 Comments |