Monday, March 26, 2007

Today is a good day for horses. Here's the world's smallest horse again. I hope he has little hearts on his butt.

Friday, March 16, 2007

I feel better. You know what's better than early Dylan? Fake Dylan. I don't know what this is, but I don't want to know, because I love it. I want to hide behind it's bushes, and wait until it comes out of the house so I can run into it casually and be all nonchalant like "Oh wow, I was JUST thinking about you! We should totally go hang out! In my basement!"

Green Eggs and Ham is my favorite
Losing what would have been a tiny victory anyway feels shitty. Shitty like bird shit. I feel like a bird shit in my eyes. Not by accident. Not like a bird pinned me down, pried my eyes open, and shat. Not by accident because I was standing under it, eyes wide open, hoping it wouldn't shit. But I knew it would shit. It sucks because I knew that it would shit. It ALWAYS shits. I stood under a bird that CONSISTENLY SHITS. So not only do I have bird shit in my eyes, but it was my own fault. It was a big bird, too. An Ostrich. That should have told me something right there. A consistenly shitting ostrich in a tree. I should have known better. I let a bird shit in my eyes. I practically asked for it and yet I'm pissed. wah wah, poor me.