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| Just like the time I sat on the little, yellow chick |
| 12.20.03 (4:52 pm) [edit] |
i was driving to the mall yesterday to go for a walk, (trying to drop the little boy in me)*. i was excitingly singing shakira when my minds starts to send these slow ass signals to my reaction sensers.
a little pigeon calmly eating in the middle of the road. The stuffed little fellow looks right at me as I run him over in my convertible! i freeze with hope that maybe i drove over him between the tires rather than on him with my left tire. My heart racing and my eyes widely opened as my hand grasp the rubber on my steering wheel.... i see feathers. in front of my car flying on my windsheild!!
"Oh no!?!?" i thought, as i gained courage to look in my rearview mirror. and there he was, the poor little innocent animal, rolling backwards as his murderer drove away.
So i pick up the phone hysterical and call my husband. As the sensitive man he is, he says "It's okay, it was just a bird!?"
That's when i freaked and called Carol... She was a little more supportive, though i couldn't help but imagine her laughing at me as i hung up the phone.
I guess if some lunatic would've called ME with a story like this i would've laughed too-
but since that lunatic is me, i don't find it all that funny... yet.
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Leaving is the longest word I ever learned
In the time it takes to say it, the whole world has turned
If a heartbeat lasts a lifetime then I've lived before
`cause I remember standing at this open door
This path is not the one I'd choose to travel
Even as we watch what tied us unravel
And the tears fall like rain
Deeper than crying, the loving still remains
Neither wants to be the one to say goodbye
And neither wants to be the one who's left to cry
But in our secret heart of hearts we both know
That the time for patching up has passed and it's time to go
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