THEN I got to work, and what did my boss show me? More dead birds that had flown into our windows and landed on top of our sign. Sick. The thing is, nobody can clean them up so they're all half decomposing. But what's weirder is that on my walk home all the dead birds next to the Hancock building were gone. Like, is it someone's job to clean up all the dead birds that have landed on the sidewalk? Or is it just some crazy homeless person who collects them?
It made me think of this - apparently when I was little I used to pick up dead birds, pull them around in my red wagon, and water them with a watering can. What the hell were my parents doing?
I also wanted to share another little segment of shit my roommate says:
"I got a D+! That's such an improvement."
"I look at him and want to make out with him. But I think this guy is like, SUCH a loser."
"I think I would make a good jew. I mean, I have red hair."
"I don't know if you know this, but I got hit by a truck pretty recently."
"He said, 'Unlike you, I can have fun without drinking.' I was like, I'm pretty sure I'm infinitely more fun than you are at a bar."
"I bet you're get a 100 percentile on this"
"I'm like a retarded person"
"I would have figured this out if I made it subtract"
...more to come.