jenny sais quois

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.