Damnit, Shan! Just pick a place in the story and start writing! You can always stick things together in the right order later on.
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In better news, my lungs no longer feel like they're caught in a vice grip. They're still not good, but they are definitely better. Is it the weather? Is it the steroids? I don't care which, as long as the improvement continues.
I'm dressed oddly today: navy business skort, long messy hair, and
f00dave's dove grey Kiev Hard Rock Marijuana Café t-shirt. This is a bizarre look, for sure. It confused
snowy_kathryn. It confuses me. But it's definitely comfy.
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I recently posted about the geese at the local park. It looks like the geese will be no more, thanks to people's fear of poop. This article pisses me off a lot. The geese, which are currently unable to fly because of moulting, are about to be victimized by a systemic harassment. They'll be chased by "specially trained" dogs, set upon at night by people with laser pointers, and generally chased and tormented. Why? Because there's poop in the pond and along the waterways, and it looks and smells yucky, and parks are for people, not birds, damnit! And parks unpopulated by wildlife are better for property values, apparently.
This is notwithstanding the signs which say that anyone caught molesting the birds can expect to pay fines or serve a jail sentence. So what suddenly makes this wildlife protection rule so inconvenient? The fact that geese can't be toilet trained?
The geese, by the way, don't bother hanging out in places like the playground and don't stray far into the field where people picnic and play soccer, but keep to the water areas, or the near end of the field where they keep the grass neatly cropped. The lawns are greener for the attention, too. People might not like goose poop, but plants do.
If you don't like the look, sound, and smell of animals, don't live near them, and walk elsewhere in the park. Sheesh.
I'm of half a mind to dress up as a giant goose in a cape and hang out at the park at nights avenging the geese.
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In better news, my lungs no longer feel like they're caught in a vice grip. They're still not good, but they are definitely better. Is it the weather? Is it the steroids? I don't care which, as long as the improvement continues.
I'm dressed oddly today: navy business skort, long messy hair, and
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I recently posted about the geese at the local park. It looks like the geese will be no more, thanks to people's fear of poop. This article pisses me off a lot. The geese, which are currently unable to fly because of moulting, are about to be victimized by a systemic harassment. They'll be chased by "specially trained" dogs, set upon at night by people with laser pointers, and generally chased and tormented. Why? Because there's poop in the pond and along the waterways, and it looks and smells yucky, and parks are for people, not birds, damnit! And parks unpopulated by wildlife are better for property values, apparently.
This is notwithstanding the signs which say that anyone caught molesting the birds can expect to pay fines or serve a jail sentence. So what suddenly makes this wildlife protection rule so inconvenient? The fact that geese can't be toilet trained?
The geese, by the way, don't bother hanging out in places like the playground and don't stray far into the field where people picnic and play soccer, but keep to the water areas, or the near end of the field where they keep the grass neatly cropped. The lawns are greener for the attention, too. People might not like goose poop, but plants do.
If you don't like the look, sound, and smell of animals, don't live near them, and walk elsewhere in the park. Sheesh.
I'm of half a mind to dress up as a giant goose in a cape and hang out at the park at nights avenging the geese.