Whatever happened to the good old days? The times when things were so much simpler? I mean, when I was a wee, fuzzy little chicklet, all I had to do was hide from the hawks, and the farmer's dogs, and the farmer, and the coyotes, and the foxes, and the snakes, and the bobcats, and the panthers, and the owls.
(sigh)
Now, I've got this trig homework, and there's a lot of it, and I just have not been able to keep up, and it's just a little depressing is all. Ah, well, I guess things could be worse. I mean, I could still be locked up in the dungeon-like setting of my ex-girlfriend's abode. Course, if I were still there, then I wouldn't have to go to work, and then I might have actually gotten my trig homework done.
What do you mean, people keep jobs and get their homework done on time? What kinds of freaks are YOU talking about? Sheesh....
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a chicken suit to put on. This country ain't gonna skate itself.
Love,
Z'chicken
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