hansel

I just watched part of the worst movie of all time. I have no idea what it was. But it was crap. Real crap.

Now then. I have decided that my journal will now be a "choose your own adventure" style of journal writing. The decisions will be based on majority of course. Here's the first choice:

You are walking through Portland and it is raining. The rain is dropping against your glasses, your deep breaths are fogging them up. In the distance you thought you saw something move. It was like a falcon. A large falcon with horns and teeth. Teeth like lions. Talons like sock monkeys with dementia. Or grandmothers with dementia.

Then you're all like, fuck it. That looks like a really dark alley way and is possibly dangerous. Maybe I should get get a beer at the 'vern?

You are me. What would I do?