dear diary:
I was left with a little present as I arrived at my front lawn, a pretty little dead bird with a pretty little blue shell. The pretty little dead bird was a pretty pinkish red color with its placenta thing covering its could have been eyeballs, wings, beak, and brain. At first I was like “What the FUck is that?!”, and I looked closer and noticed a little dark eyeball an a beak with a cracked shell, poor thing, and realized “psst sandra, thats a fuckin bird.” It was beautiful. But someone had to drop the poor little birdie and take its life away and make its deathbed my doorstep. Hopefully it wasn’t its mother… or a stupid lets leave this dead fucking bird infront of her fucking door sick fucktard by the name of whoknows what. The end. Have a nice day world.
PS: if its still there when I get home tonight, I’m burying it.
PPS: I didn’t bury it.
<3 always,
Sandra
