Hello my fine friends.
This is an update.
*smokes bowl in order to think of things to say*
An update about boring ol' Elle. I got a new laptop and am stoned so this may not make sense.
I have always dreamed of being a duck. Not a Duck, which I happen to be an alumni there, but a duck. Just a duck. Since I was a little kid I have wanted to be a duck. Ducks can quack and shake their feathers and swim real fast. I want to do that. An old friend and I used to go around our high school and quack, all the while pretending there were ducks in the air vents. We would convince people there were. We were persuasive. Then, I went to UofO and became a Duck, and a total stoner. What I really liked about the campus was that there were a couple of duck couples. They loved each other in a very duckly fashion. They were always together, cleaning under their feathers whilst trying to stay out of the rain. If you are a Duck, you probably remember where to find them. Around the dorms (McAllister especially) and also the library where the grey squirrels run free.
One of my first hilarious experiences as a Duck was that I was outside smoking a cigarette, no one else around, and I hear something just crash through the trees. No, it wasn't a duck. It was a fat ass squirrel. He was nutting up for winter. So fat he was. I told my roommate and a new friend, but it just wasn't funny like it was in person. A fat ass squirrel missed a branch and crashed through the tree, landed on its feet, literally shook its head, then just ran back up the tree. Funny as hell! I was stoned then too. Perhaps this state of mind memory thing is going on. Like when I would study for tests stoned then get stoned right before the test and ace it. That was awesome.
Oh I think I have blathered enough by now. I'll leave the depressing shit out this time. I'm doing pretty ok these days.
Oh to be a duck....
Duck Love!
This is an update.
*smokes bowl in order to think of things to say*
An update about boring ol' Elle. I got a new laptop and am stoned so this may not make sense.
I have always dreamed of being a duck. Not a Duck, which I happen to be an alumni there, but a duck. Just a duck. Since I was a little kid I have wanted to be a duck. Ducks can quack and shake their feathers and swim real fast. I want to do that. An old friend and I used to go around our high school and quack, all the while pretending there were ducks in the air vents. We would convince people there were. We were persuasive. Then, I went to UofO and became a Duck, and a total stoner. What I really liked about the campus was that there were a couple of duck couples. They loved each other in a very duckly fashion. They were always together, cleaning under their feathers whilst trying to stay out of the rain. If you are a Duck, you probably remember where to find them. Around the dorms (McAllister especially) and also the library where the grey squirrels run free.
One of my first hilarious experiences as a Duck was that I was outside smoking a cigarette, no one else around, and I hear something just crash through the trees. No, it wasn't a duck. It was a fat ass squirrel. He was nutting up for winter. So fat he was. I told my roommate and a new friend, but it just wasn't funny like it was in person. A fat ass squirrel missed a branch and crashed through the tree, landed on its feet, literally shook its head, then just ran back up the tree. Funny as hell! I was stoned then too. Perhaps this state of mind memory thing is going on. Like when I would study for tests stoned then get stoned right before the test and ace it. That was awesome.
Oh I think I have blathered enough by now. I'll leave the depressing shit out this time. I'm doing pretty ok these days.
Oh to be a duck....
Duck Love!
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desidia:
I am so entirely exhausted on the concept of beavers and ducks. I think it was the years I spent tripping on iPhone cords tangled in sponsored Nike backpacks having Chip Kelly pretend I didn't exist.
desidia:
I had this terrible idea to see if your phone number still worked but A) It won't. B) It's 5:30am