
Sometimes I want to crush your bones and sprinkle them into the sea. Then I realize that I don’t have a sea.

Sometimes I want to crush your bones and sprinkle them into the sea. Then I realize that I don’t have a sea.
Today Ms. Maleug stopped me in the hallway to tell me about how she reads the newspaper everyday and sees headlines that read “bicyclist killed” all the time. She told me that she prays every time before she opens it that it isn’t me. She then continued to spend about five minutes standing in the middle of the hallway yelling about how I better be careful and not stupid because there are too many stupid drivers to have stupid cyclists. It was probably the nicest thing anybody has done for me in a long time. It made me realize that I kind of wish Ms. Maleug was my mom. Or that my mom was a bit more like Ms. Maleug. It’s not that I don’t like my mom, she’s yaddayadda and all that, but I wish my mom was more with the times I guess. Anyway.
hrmm:
In nature preserves, it is often recommended to clap, talk or sing while walking to scare bears away. That is my excuse for singing while walking home— to scare off bears that might want to attack me.
I am not afraid of clapping, talking, or singing.
Via, hrmm
My brother found a wallet today. We had to use google to figure out whether or not to return it. We are going to return it. Google said to.