They aren’t protected, are they? And by pigeons I don’t mean women. I mean actual pigeons. Are they protected by the state or something? I wouldn’t think so. It’s not the state bird nor on the verge of extinction. I ask because, I think I’m going to kill one or maybe three.
A few weeks ago some pigeons decided to make a home or hang out spot on my porch which is right by the window near my bed. They wake me up every morning, crap all over the porch, and even go as far as walking on freshly painted furniture. To make a long story short, they go out and get wasted off tequila shots and weed crackers far too often and come back making way too much noise. I’m considering loading my paintball guns and going straight up mobster on them. Their trying me.
Just updating you all on the daily struggles in my life.
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Get Yourself Tested. I hear this on the radio every single morning and afternoon during my rage provoking commute. I believe it’s geared towards HIV/AIDS and while that is the most dangerous, I’d rather not have any STD. Call me crazy, but whether it’s curable or not is of no relevance to me - I don’t want it. No thank you, you can keep that, that’s yours. Hearing it daily makes me wonder why people don’t get tested. What’s so hard about it? Is it laziness, shame, fear, unavailability, inaccessibility, or plain ignorance? Spreading intentionally is against the law, but spreading without a clue isn’t any better.
A few months ago I finally broke down and watched Interview with a Vampire. It took me about 16 years to crack. I never watched it before because when I was 12 I thought the movie was fairly questionable and probably boring. I carried that notion with me for years. As an aspiring writer I convinced myself that I needed to break out of my shell and explore all successful movies. I’m 28 now and after watching it I realized that at age 12 I was far beyond my years. Pure genius, my suspicions were correct.
Say what you want, but I couldn’t see myself going around biting children and men in the neck period, never mind doing it passionately. I’ve seen many vampire movies and unless feelings of the heart were involved, there was always some aggression in the neck-biting. This was all neck-biting with a hint of love.
Fyi, vampires aren’t real. That being said, if my statement above upset you and your argument is that I wouldn’t be able to control the blood lust or something to that effect… You have several mental issues and watch too much Twilight. Get help, the world will be a better place.
Anyway, not only did I find it questionable, it was also boring. I fell sleep with much anger inside me. Two hours of my life gone forever.
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definitelydope:(by carrie lynn.)
I don’t know what it means, but I’m kinda feelin’ this pic.
Be fly and be on time all at once. Check out the new watches, right on time for summer.
Supposedly “real men” don’t use umbrellas. Funny because I see these same “real men” run like little girls when it rains.
It gave me a good laugh when it happened years ago and it gave me a good laugh when a friend of mine posted it on Facebook a few months ago. I don’t know why, but I randomly thought about it. Cracks me up every time. Yes it’s sad, but it’s also priceless.
Some time ago I fell into a particular age bracket. A bracket in which I’m now fortunate enough to be surrounded by engagements, marriages, and more importantly what seems to be a non-stop introduction of new life to this world (some by folks I don’t think should be allowed to reproduce, but that’s another post). Oh, and by fortunate I mean shoot me - please.
With that in mind, it’s rare that I find a responsible adult in my age group who has no interest in having children - ever. To my surprise I found two people. What really surprised me more than the Heat losing <chuckles>, was that it wasn’t two men. I found a male and female.
While I’m waiting for the male to send me his reasons so I can write a full post, I decided to share a few of the female’s:
Please note the title says “A female’s” perspective, not “the female” perspective.