birds

Good morning, world. The new week has begun. Podrick started with the bullshit hella early this morning. Bullshit, interspersed with cuddles. That’s pretty much a breakdown of the human experience in general, actually. Sunday wasn’t bad. Shawshank left for work in the morning, and I assumed a human form so I could stream in the…

Where were you when the Great Bird Wars began?

So I heard shrieking this morning while I was working out, and looked outside and saw a couple of little sparrows getting their freak on on my roof. And I was thinking “YOU GET THAT GOODGOOD LITTLE BIRDS!” Then the boy pushed her into the gutter.