a letter

Apr 15, 2008 22:42

Dear birds,
You are hard to love because you require many of hours of me getting up early, bearing the elements, and walking around town for hours at a time with a notebook and binoculars attempting not to look like a pedophile. The massive pooping on my car is not helping squash my slight disdain of you. I suggest you move your excrement activities over to Big Wess' lovely monster truck as he is not an environmentalist, seeing how he drives everywhere.

me
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