My day was shitty. Monsterously shitty.
So much so, that I am not going to explain what made it shitty for fear of making the people who read my journal all itchy and aggrevated.
Instead I'll leave you all with one of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems.
Please
do not
make
fun of
me and
please
do not
laugh.
It isn't
easy
to write
a poem
on the
neck
of a
running
giraffe.
So much so, that I am not going to explain what made it shitty for fear of making the people who read my journal all itchy and aggrevated.
Instead I'll leave you all with one of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems.
Please
do not
make
fun of
me and
please
do not
laugh.
It isn't
easy
to write
a poem
on the
neck
of a
running
giraffe.
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![tongue](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/tongue.55c59c6cdad7.gif)
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It's healing really nicely. I'm very happy with how it turned out.
I was supposed to join the Air Force but got a scholarship instead. I wish I would have joined, though. It's always better to have a career then only 2 years in college and stuck because you cant pay for more