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31January | boys are funny
Over the years, I've collected an ever-growing list of quotations from boys who either my friends or I have dated that have oft been repeated in appropriately timely situations for comic effect. Today I present you, a small sampling. 'I am here to be a student.' (college boyfriend) 'I get what you're saying... but there is not a damn thing strategic about love.' (hyper-romantic actor) 'I know you are looking back a lot right now...but I'm still right in front of you.' (same hyper-romantic actor) 'I have a terrible fever that only has one cure.. can you guess what that may 'Attraction isn't a light switch that you can just turn on.' (high school lover) 'Hey so I've been thinking and dreaming about you a lot lately. What should I do?' (estranged ex) 'Sincerely written from your "country boy"' (durh... country mouse again) 'You can't live on love.' (tortured musician) Any other gems to add?
30January | color quiz
I've taken Color Quiz multiple times and the great thing about it is that your results are different every time. The premise: you are presented with eight colors and asked to click on them one at a time according to which one makes you feel best. Then you wait two minutes and do it again - not trying to duplicate your results but just, again, clicking according to which makes you feel best. Then it reads your current emotional and mental situation. Here are my results of the day: Your Existing Situation Your Stress Sources
Your Desired Objective Your Actual Problem Your Actual Problem #2 Eerily accurate, as usual. Try it for yourself!
29January | tatiana warned me
that I was about to miss the deadline... but - and again, I'm really sorry for the lame posts, but I'm going through some pretty crazy emotional crap right now. I'm having a hard time being selfish but I really need to take care of #1 at least until I'm back home and have a chance to catch my breath and release all these demons from me. Also, I have to pack. Man am I sick of packing!!
28January | i love candy
I just can't help it. I never used to be a big candy eater but in the past few years it just comes in these phases and I can't get enough. Case in point: I am about to finish an entire plastic container of Haribo peaches. I don't really care, because I'm having a bad week and it's only Monday. Boohoo me!! I'll be chipper soon I promise.
27January | absent-minded avoidance
Wow! I did so much today. Here is what I did: 1. Painted my accent wall dark blue in preparation for Kyle to move in when I leave And now I'm pooped. I hadn't really prepared for the onslaught of emotions that are hitting me in my last week here. I feel restless, reclusive, and unable to articulate my feelings. I also feel a bit withdrawn... I don't know. I kind of wish I could crawl in to a cave and hide for a while. Is that normal?
26January | damn
I wanted to do a 'one year ago today' kind of post but in looking at my archives I see that I did not blog between January 24th and February 1st last year. And it was not out of any fault of mine - apparently my blog broke or something. Which brings me to mention that I really need to do something with this space. The commenting script has been out of whack for a while now (sorry peeps, I know it's annoying to deal with), I have no content aside from the actual blog and let's face it - the design is real, real sucky. Worry not. I have mega plans for February, which include: 1. seeing my lovely boyfriend (yay!) Six days...
25January | my stats
I thought you might be interested to know that although I'm leaving Digitas in a week, I've still been working on all the stuff I had been doing in order to transition into being a recruiter. This means: sourcing for resumes online, screening people who look good, presenting them to hiring managers and if they like them, scheduling them to interview. Then I collect feedback, and if they decide to move ahead and hire them, then they're hired! Once the hiring managers decide to move ahead with a hire, generally a recruiter has stepped in to extend the offer - except one instance when the recruiter was one who works remotely from Chicago and she asked me if I'd like to extend the offer. So I did! And I remain the only person in Recruiting he's ever actually spoken with in his entire hire process. Anyway - to date, I have hired 4 fulltime people and 3 freelancers. It's a really nice thing to have under my belt even though my name isn't officially on any of them (politics...) - and also an average number of hires for any of the recruiters on the team. Just good to know that I do in fact have the ability to do the job. It feels more like a choice that I'm leaving rather than a failure - which has been really hard for me to differentiate lately. My childhood overachieving nature is fighting to overtake my rational mind and I'm struggling to not let it make me feel bad about myself - but all the same I just can't wait to be done with it all and move on to bigger and better things.
24January | 11 minutes left til the next day
but I'm beat. I worked 12 hours today and it kicked my ass. 5.5 more days...
23January | the real heroes
I just ordered Hanson's 10th Anniversary Middle of Nowhere Acoustic album - they re-recorded their debut album in an acoustic setting in celebration of 10 years since its release. I'm a little late in ordering it - but for some reason I've been revisiting them a lot lately. They've always been a marker of my own growth as I venture into my mid-20's - we're peers in age and I look at how far they've come since 1997, how their personalities have molded and how solidly they've become musicians, entrepreneurs, even advocates for AIDS research. And I think about how many lives they touched initially and have continued to influence... they have these zealous fans who will follow them to the ends of the earth - and they've managed to educate them about the AIDS epidemic in Africa and get them to care in ways that these fans may not have had occasion to explore. Sometimes I think about all of their accomplishments and realize that there is still so much art and exploration that I haven't even begun to brush the surface on. And it's inspiring - so inspiring. I want to write beautiful things, music, words, and celebrate the life that's been dormant inside of me, bursting to reacquaint itself with the present.
22January | andrew zimmern is my pudgy lil hero
I currently have season one from Netflix and I watched the first 10 minutes of Morocco (the first 8 minutes is shown above) and had to share with all of you, my lovely and loyal readers. Please do not watch if you are squeamish, about to eat, or have just finished eating. Especially because he is wandering around wearing a tangerine orange polo shirt and a pink backpack. What Not to Wear!
22January | sellout
i've joined the new generation of bloggers. i feel like an old fart who is resistant to change...
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21January | a beautiful mind
I needed a movie to watch on my train ride back to NYC today, so Brian's mom lent me A Beautiful Mind. I'm not sure how, in the past seven years, I've managed to not see this film (okay I guess it's not that unfathomable. Name five movies that I should have seen in the past seven years and I'll bet I've only seen one or two at the most...) but I was thoroughly enraptured the entire time. I've never been a Russell Crowe fan but he really blew me away in completely owning his character... and I daresay my heart melted for him just a little bit. Also, I've never been able to empathize with a character who did things out of love for someone else - but watching Jennifer Connelly really touched me. Not that I should compare a four-month relationship with the intensity of a marriage, but - I've never really felt anything close to those kinds of feelings for anyone until now. It is all so new, and enlightening, and thrilling, yet also sort of torturous since he lives like 250 miles away. Sigh. Anyway, see the film if you haven't already. And in case I need to re-iterate, do not see Birth.
20January | i learned something new today
Brian took me to an empty parking lot in his truck and gave me my first lesson in driving stick. (That is not a euphemism for something else. Dirty!!) Here's how it started: karel: why are there three pedals? He then proceeded to explain, in the mechanic-speak that I love and that secretly sort of turns me on, how the engine and transmission are connected by the clutch, and why different gears are necessary. He even drew me a diagram of how bike gears work in an attempt to help me understand what he was talking about, since even though I get all gooey when he talks like a mechanic, I rarely put the words together to garner any actual meaning. (I hope he doesn't read this.) I sort of got it. And thus I drove endless circles around the parking lot, learning how to start, stop, and shift gears. I only stalled a couple times near the end when I got panicky because - shamefully enough - I don't like being bad at things and when I don't do things right the first time my mind tends to shut down. Oh well. Brian is a great teacher for me - he's blunt, but patient, and responds to me really well. He's already seen my aforementioned shutting down process from when he taught me to play pool, and to be perfectly honest he's taught me a lot about humility. As someone who's always been good at everything (or just doesn't do things she's not good at... ha) I've needed someone to push me through those initial stages of learning new and difficult things. Also someone is going to have to help him drive across the country when we move to Portland this summer... so I've got a little less than six months to master it. Oh, and did I mention how kickass it would feel to drive a freaking pickup truck?!
19January | my life, laid bare
I figured it was time to come clean about everything that is about to happen to me in... well, the next two weeks. I wrote a couple weeks ago that I quit my job. It was a tough decision and one that I grappled with for a few months, but it came down to the fact that my heart just isn't in it. And in gearing for a promotion, dealing with the politics of said promotion as well as the job that a new title would entail, and - yes - finding love and realizing that my desire for that, for what it means to be fulfilled both with him and with himself, I've had to really re-evaluate what I've been doing here and working toward... and ultimately decide if it was worth it to stay here any longer. Well, it's not. I've not been myself for the past six months. Perhaps I've outgrown New York City or perhaps it's outgrown me. I don't know. But I don't think I was ever meant to be a big city girl and there have been too many signs thrown my way lately for me to ignore it. I belong somewhere else, in another field, in another life, so to speak. I won't lie - Brian has been a big part in my realization of this. I daresay that without him I may not have arrived at this for another few years, or ever. I miss working with children, and I want to have an impact on them - somewhere, anywhere. I want to study education and become more knowledgeable in it, and be able to put my energy and work ethic into a field where I care ot make a difference. I also want to live in an environment where I feel comfortable, where I can build a real community, and feel at home. I don't have any of that here. My last day, both at Digitas and in New York City, is February 1st. After that I move back home to Jersey for a period of decompression, and I will be applying for my teaching certification, working (hopefully!) in an education/childcare field, and getting ready to move to Portland, Oregon in August. Brian will be there too. I've long grappled with whether or not it's 'right' to move to a new city because of someone else. I'm not looking at it as a move because of Brian. He is going regardless - and it's a city that I've thought about before meeting him. It has a lot to offer that touches me personally, that I want to explore on my own... but I also want to be there with him. Love is something that has always eluded me and something that I have always yearned for. I've gotten myself into a lot of trouble in my misguided quest for it - and now that I have it, hell if I'm going to let some stubborn sense of feminine independence keep me from doing what I feel is right. As my days in this current life phase draw to a close, I feel a sense of sadness, nostalgia, and almost forlornness - and an irrational sense that my three years here have been for naught. Of course they haven't, as I've learned a lot, etc etc, but I also wish that I had garnered more tangible results, left more of a footprint here. Alas, life goes on. I've done as much as I could, and know that I've already left a mark on more than a few lives here in friendships that I very much want to continue even when I'm not physically here. And I press on in the next steps as always. Who knew turning 25 would bring so much change?
18January | i am in new hampshire
But I have yet to see Brian. He went snowboarding with his friends - he wanted me to go with him but I haven't skied in over 10 years and thus felt uncomfortable going night skiing with a bunch of seasoned boarders, and told him he should go because he hasn't gotten to go yet this winter. So his mother picked me up from the train station, took me to visit her friend and then get Thai food. Now we're watching Orangutan Island and after that, Psych!! On the train, I watched the rest of season one of Psych, and Birth. Um, it was awful. -SPOILER ALERT- So, the premise of the film is that Nicole Kidman meets a ten-year-old boy who claims to be the reincarnation of her dead husband. Spooky, right? Well, maybe for a minute. Then it just gets inappropriate, because she falls back in love with her dead husband in the body of a prepubscent boy. They talk about having sex. They get in the tub together. Then it just become stupid because he turns out to not be the reincarnation of her dead husband - just some dumb kid who happened upon love letters she wrote him back when he was alive, and began to believe he was reincarnated because they shared the same name. What?! LAME. -END SPOILER ALERT- Honestly though, you should go ahead and read the spoiler so you can realize that the movie is not worth watching. Also, Nicole Kidman's hair is terrible. She really needs the length and curls. Whose horrible decision was it to give her the pixie?? Now I'm watching orangutans fight and it's much more entertaining!
17January | i'm sorry, but i love them precisely because they're dorks... and because taylor is a sexpot
I'm off to New Hampshire to see my boy. I'll write something substantial soon. Promise!
16January | best post-it exchange ever
16January | this won't count for jan 16 but i just had to say
that there have been cats fucking in my 'backyard/garden space' every night so far this week. and i don't mean just running around making noise. i mean fucking. apparently (and i learned this from tatiana) the cat penis is spiked downwards so with every outward thrust it rakes against the inside of the cat vagina which causes her to howl in pain. you can imagine what kinds of noises i have been hearing out my window at night.
15January | if you have ever mocked my library book phobia
this blog post is for you. Enough of those harrowing olfactory experiences is enough to induce a crippling psychological fear, no?
14January | wow!
Today Digitas gave every full-time employee a brand new (Product) Red iPod Nano as a thank you for all of our hard work last year. HaHA! Look at that timing. I'm so happy!
13January | i love psych
Every six months or so I go through a television on DVD phase during which I Netflix an entire series and watch it back to back, often foregoing sleep and/or more productive and less sedentary activities. I have done this with House, Law & Order: SVU, Sex and the City... and now I am partway through the first season of Psych. And how I love it! There is something about the absolute absurdity of the banter between Shawn and Gus, and the power play of the relationship between Shawn and his father, and of course the unfolding mystery of solving every episode's case that has me hooked. I lay in bed and watch it and laugh to myself. Today one episode even made me snort! You can stream episodes on the USA website - I think you should check it out. James Roday is my new favorite!
12January | growing pains
I spent the better part of this afternoon packing up the rest of my room, so that after my parents come and pick it all up tomorow, all I'll have left here are enough clothes for three weeks, my bed (which I'm trying to sell online... no luck yet. wah!!), mini dresser and nightstand (which my roommate is buying from me), and... well... my computer I guess. As I took apart my desk and my room started to really look emptier, I started to feel a bit sad. I honestly don't much remember moving in - it's been two years and it all had started to feel like home. Yet at the same time I can't believe this has been my home for two entire years. I didn't elaborate on my resignation day - I guess I haven't yet been able to sort my thoughts out completely. It feels a bit surreal to be getting ready to say goodbye to my entire life in NYC in three short weeks. While I know I've grown considerably in the three years I've spent here, and have learned immeasurably valuable lessons, I am also leaving with a feeling of empty-handedness - like all of my endeavors here have ended without fruition. I've never been promoted in a job; they have all ended in some form of bitterness. I don't like that. And it's made me doubt my ability to succeed, both professionally and personally. Why haven't I been able to flourish in any of these environments? I think I'm smart, and capable, adaptable, proactive, motivated. Why haven't I been able to prove myself? In the past month I've begun to wonder if I'm depressed. I've been depressed before and this doesn't feel like the past, but something about the general cloud over my head is leading me to question my overall happiness. My energy level is not up to par, and my enthusiasm for life seems... misdirected. I'm sad to leave this chapter of my life. I'm not regretful, or reluctant - just wistful, and looking very much forward to big steps in this coming year.
11January | proof that humans just got weirder
Hurray! Here I am. I'm at work - but done for the day and just waiting for Mandy to finish so we can go play. I figured I would finally write that blog post that's been brewing in my head for days now. SCENE: Sunday night at Alice's house. We are already in bed, playing on our computers. ALICE: Oh my god. KAREL: What? ALICE: 'My Fake Baby?' Karel looks over at Alice's computer to see this post KAREL: What?!?! We then proceeded to watch My Fake Baby in five parts (I fell asleep so we split it across two nights) - it is a documentary that aired in the UK about a burgeoning trend of people, mostly women I would assume, who buy incredibly lifelike baby dolls and hold them, dress them, 'feed them' and love them like real babies. Oh and push them around in prams and keep them in nurseries. And change their diapers. (The British call them 'nappies.' I think that sounds way more adorable than 'diapers.' And more phonetic too.) The doc featured three women: Jaime. She makes these baby dolls. They are called 'reborns' as they are manufactured baby dolls who are then modified and reconstructed to appear exponentially more lifelike. She even goes so far as to create milk spots (um - what are milk spots exactly? Anyone?), blemishes, capillaries, and micro-rooted eyelashes. After having four children, she is unable to have any more, so this is the closet thing she has to an endless clan of offspring. And her real live children? They wear the dismembered baby parts on their hands and beat each other with them. Sweet! Here is her website, Babybuntins Nursery. Feel free to browse and gawk and shudder at how creepily realistic these baby dolls look. Sue. She has a nursery in her house in which her -at this point I have to interject and mention that when I related this story to Mandy, she asked me if Sue then took Sophie to the hospital. Oh, how I wish she had.- Sue's husband comments that he doesn't mind Sue's obsession with reborns because 'everyone has hobbies.' Christine. In the first few parts of the doc, Christine relates a story of baby Harry, and still photos of said Harry flash across the screen. She talks about him in past tense as if he is dead. She misses him so much that she is going to meet with Jaime for a consult to have a replica of Harry made. In part 3 we find out that Harry was her grandson and he is in fact very much alive. Just living in New Zealand, which is apparently far enough to represent heaven. (Or, hell. Or the mystical place where children disappear to when they leave you.) She raised Harry from birth because his mother - her daughter - had cancer, but now the cancer is gone and his mother fell in love with a hunky New Zealander who whisked her and little Harry away to his faraway land. Jaime makes Christine a reborn in the very likeness of Harry based on some photographs, and when Christine goes to pick him up, she tearfully exclaims, 'Now no one can take him away from me!!' When she gets home cradling the reborn Harry in her arms, her husband says to her: 'It's like looking at something on a mortuary slab.' My hero! The killer, though, is when Christine shows reborn Harry to real live Harry over webcam, and he says in his little toddler voice: 'It's just a doll!' Children really are the wisest. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to stare incredulously at Babybuntins Nursery for the next several hours. Better start saving up! These puppies start at around $500 USD apiece.
10January | no kickass post today
I gave my resignation at work today and spent the rest of the evening in shock and then crying to my boyfriend on the phone. Anyone who's done any sort of long distance relationship can understand the quiet absurdity of having a cathartic emotional moment while holding a piece of metal to your face. I've realized that I'm only half of me these days. I look forward to regaining the other half.
09January | i've never been much for politics
but Tatiana took this quiz at the Washington Post which led me to want to take it too, because I like to do everything Tatiana does. My results: Hillary Clinton = 68 pts I have to say that it could have easily been Obama, as I was most aligned with Hillary on Social Security issues and I honestly don't really know much about my stance on that. I'm sort of tempted to take the Republican quiz just to see what they're all saying about these issues. But it might make me sick. How did you do? Oh and that kickass post I promised in yesterday's entry... is coming soon. I have to figure out how to write it. Hehe.
08January | i'm back!
and I'm exhausted. Sorry this is a crappy post but I spent most of the day in transit, and I lost 3 hours. Give a girl a break! To make up for it I have a fabulous post in store for tomorrow...
07January | goodbye, west coast... for now
Here we are, fast approaching the end of my trip out here in California. I can't say that I'm a west coast convert quite yet - I think I'm just a 'need a total change of pace' convert. I'm sure a lot of the appeal has to do with being on an opposite coast... I've gotten to catch up with some of my cousins, and it continually makes me a little sad that we've all grown up and are in our mid-twenties (or early thirties!) and never had any sort of relationship with each other. My brothers and I have always talked about wanting to live near each other when we start families so our kids can be friends... now that we're getting close to the point in our lives where we're deciding where to live for the next... however many years, I really want to make sure we keep ourselves to that. At least we should pick a coast. West, anyone?
06January | i am not failing blog 365
I happened to have just returned from a two-day excursion into San Francisco/San Ramon that was so jam-packed with excitement that I didn't have time to even write an offline blog post. Forgive me! 2008 has begun with such chaos! I'll make it up to you with pictures of some adorable children. I think they're my second cousins, though I'm not entirely sure. They're my cousin's children... what does that make them? These pictures were taken at lunch today, during which the kids decided it would be really fun to climb under the table and touch our legs, then try to escape my camera as I stuck it under the table and tried to snap pictures of them before they could clamber back up into their booth.
Sean is 3
Then we went to the Exploratorium and did all sorts of fun experiments, like the Distorted Room:
Tomorrow is my last day here before I spent pretty much all of Tuesday traveling back to NYC. I think the sun will finally make an extended appearance!! Woohoo!
05January | i forgot to mention
that there are 31 days left till I turn 25. YAY!
04January | my first day in cali
Sorry to keep anyone in suspense with regards to my whereabouts and travel safety. I finally did make it to San Francisco... tacking on waiting for my bag, getting to the BART and riding it all the way out to Berkeley, my final arrival time to my actual destination was 7:00pm PST. We had a pretty chill night - went to get some awesome stuffed pizza and then came back to Alice's house and watched Margaret Cho. She's awesome! Then we woke up today and there was what seemed to be a MONSOON outside. Water was gushing down the street in sheets and the wind was howling and gusting... and Alice's living room windows were leaking. There was water all over the floor and furniture - it was fantastic! A perfect example of landlord negligence. Anyway we refused to let the rain deter our plans to leave the house, so we ended up going shopping at a mall in San Francisco. The rain actually let up by mid-afternoon, so we were free to roam around the city in the evening. We met up with Alice's friend Karen in the Mission, visited some little shops that sell all kinds of interesting things such as hand-drawn planners, denim coffee holders, beer can necklaces, plaster logs, porcelain peanuts, etc. No, really. Hasn't everyone out there always dreamed of owning porcelain peanuts? ...What? Never? ... are you sure? Then we had yummy burritos, and Alice and I headed back to the house and watched TLC. Tomorrow is Asian day! We're getting dim sum in Chinatown and then going to the Asian Art Museum to smash some mochi. Or something like that. Hopefully there will be no monsoon to deal with. Keep your fingers crossed.
03January | my dream come true
I've always wanted to blog from an airport. Maybe it's the idea that creative, introspective thoughts can come to mind even as one is stranded on a layover in a city that wasn't meant to actually be a touchstone in a trip - maybe it's because once I got a very nice match.com email written from an airport. Maybe it's because airports are romantic (please reference opening scene of Love, Actually). Regardless, I haven't had the pleasure of blogging from an airport in my entire history of blogging, because throughout my history of blogging I have been in an airport exactly twice. And at the time I did not have a fantastically portable laptop. But here I am! I am en route to San Francisco, on a delayed layover in Chicago. I got on a 6am EST flight out of NYC, got here at 7:30am CST, expecting a 2 hour layover to get an a 9:50am CST flight to SF. Then it was delayed til 11:40. Then it was delayed til 12:40. So effectively I will have been here for 5 hours. Damn. Had I known I would have escaped and made someone in Chicago meet me for breakfast. Too bad the only person I know in Chicago is a medical resident and is probably shackled to the ICU. So my alternative was, I broke down and got a McDonald's breakfast, ate only half of it because I felt so gross eating it, read an entire Glamour magazine, walked up and down the B Concourse at least 5 times, peed a couple times, and then decided to buy internet access for $6.95/24 hours even though I'm only going to use it for a couple hours. Why? Because. I've always wanted to blog from an airport. And I don't want to blog offline according to Blog 365 rules unless I absolutely have to. Oh, and I'm addicted to the Internet. So, how was my flight to Chicago? I'm so glad you asked. As a 6am departure, naturally most people got to the airport around 4am. I was there on about 3 hours of sleep and looking forward to a nice 2 hour nap on the flight. It could have been possible, save two incredibly irritating sensory disruptions: 1. crying child, and Yes. There was, in fact, every flier's worst nightmare: a crying child who is so full of anguish and sorrow that he just will not shut up. Now, I have a fair amount of sympathy for crying children, having been a child myself and also comforted many of them in my young adulthood. But what I do not have sympathy for is when your child is sobbing his face off and choking on his babyhood tears and you just.. sit.. and... do... NOTHING. On a 6am flight. I almost screamed. And then.... then!! I could not turn my head to the left, EVER, because every time I did, the sleeping girl next to me would exhale and the air around us would be filled with her stank breath. I mean... really?? If you know that a. you have horrendous stinky sleep breath and b. you have a tendency to exhale largely when you sleep, then perhaps when you sleep in a closely packed public area, you should, I don't know, chew gum or wear a gas mask. I apologize for my crankiness. But did I mention I'm stuck in an airport? At least I get to blog. :)
02January | these guys made me famous
And one of them is gay. Can you guess which one? And no the answer is not: all of the above.
01January | flashback time!
Okay, I just couldn't let this rest. A year ago today, I wrote about a new year's resolution to become more emotionally closed off with men. That part's really not important... what is important - is the comments that post garnered. Please note that 'Anonymous' and 'Saad' are the same person. My ex-boyfriend. 'The' ex of 2006, one would say. It still cracks me up to this day.
01January | a story and a poem for a new year
Happy new year, my friends. As you can see above, I have decided to join Blog 365, a network of current and would-be bloggers dedicating themselves to a year of daily blog posts. I did this because, frankly, I've been doing a shit job as a blogger lately and I want to write every day. Besides, I know you need something to read. I went to a new year's party last night - and when I left my apartment I noticed a bird perched on the stone wall of my front stoop. I stopped and stared at it - and it was motionless. Not even a twitch of the wing. I was with my roommate, and as I was starting to freak (I highly dislike birds) he told me that this he had seen this same bird, in this same position, at around 5:00pm. It was currently 7:20. 'OMG! What if it's DEAD?!' (Okay I didn't say 'OMG.' I said 'Oh my god.' No, really.) Off I went to my party. (Which was fun, by the way. Yay!) Then, when I arrived home about five hours later, I was dreading the moment my stoop would come into view, for the possibility that I might find that same bird sitting there - which would pretty much prove my theory that it was dead. ...Whew!! No bird. Upon closer inspection though, you know what I did find? Bird shit. That's right, people. When I was staring at that motionless bird, worrying about the whereabouts and disposition of its soul, it was not dying or dead. It was taking a shit. I now leave you with a poem I wrote over the summer, that I had completely forgotten about until I ran into my apartment, unable to think about anything else but dead birds. ----- three dead birds three blows to the soul
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