July 11, 2006

Me Against the World. Sort Of.

Yesterday I had a migraine. It felt like the world was trying to kill me. But in a subtle way. Like the world was a 12 yr old boy and his mom told him to clean his room, but he knew there would be no specific punishment if he didn’t, so he just shoved a few things under the bed. The world was trying to kill me like that. Indifferently, and without much effort. And also, a bird shat on my head. That’s not a metaphor - a dirty pigeon shat on me.

Posted by allison at July 11, 2006 03:12 PM | TrackBack