posted on April 23, 2003 @ 6:41 pm
"wig in a box," hedwig
on my way home, i hit something that was already dead. i started crying and apologized for about five minutes. then when i was almost to my nana's, i hit a squirrel on bert kouns. it was just sitting in the middle of the road then moved right when i got to it. :( a few weeks ago i saw a opposum on enfield that had just been hit. the blood was shining in the street light, and his little tail was swooping through the air. i was going to go move him, but i was afraid he'd get mad at me or something. i started crying because he'd died and because i wouldn't go move him. he was gone the next day, however.
why do i put like 80 entries a day?
Eh, you got Plath. Sucks for you.
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