I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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4 Comments:
Birds are tricky little bastards.
hey remember on Seinfeld, when George said, "We had a pact." I always think of that when I see a bird in the middle of the street!
I don't find it menacing, per se. I own 9 birds and I think they watch me sleep. Maybe they're watching out for me.
You don't cover them at night? When you're sleeping? Don't they keep you up?
Maybe not all birds are tricky little bastards. Maybe it was just the one I had my run in with. I shouldn't let him give all birds a bad rap.
My birdies are sweet and innocent. I think.
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