Every day the helicopters seem to get closer and closer. Today there were two that flew right over our house. They were so close I could have throw my hatchet at them and dinged the paint job.... and then been stripped and detained and raped and beaten as would be the natural progression of things. I ran after them, pretending that Hugo and I scared them off. Maybe Hugo and I are on some national alert list now, teeth bared and hatchet to the sky.
Birds have built a nest on our house. The babies are THE CUTEST GODDAMN THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. They look like...... scared cotton balls. I wish I could feed them eggplant and tell them stories. I saw the momma fly out of the nest today, pooping along the way. I felt a pang of envy in my bowels.
I wonder what the chances are of applesauce sales funding terrorism.
Tomorrow there is a family gathering in Paragon. My mom and Andrew and I are going to ride our bikes there. I don't know about them, but I'm going to pretend we are a bicycle gang. I CAN'T WAIT. But before tomorrow happens today.. and today I am hatcheting my way through time. Or I was until the helicopters flew by. After that I felt like I had to come inside and.... cleanse myself. Leave my brain barf on Live Journal.
To recap:
............ Bad.
................ GOOD!