Dead Birds Suck

Today was almost a great day. I went to breakfast with my mom, went Christmas shopping, watched TV, hung out at home.

And my mom is making fried chicken which has got to be one of her most underrated dishes.

But, all this great stuff aside, it was kind of shitty in that I watched a bird die today.

I was watching TV when I heard THE thump. We have all heard THE thump. The bird thump. And you run outside expecting to see one of two things: Dead bird or shocked but alive bird. The thing you don't expect is a dying bird. I got to see a bird die today.

I cried like I haven't cried in ages. I cried a lot. Which sucked because I went to MAC today and they did a really pretty full face make up on me. It's gone now. I cried a lot so that my whole face was wet. It was ugly. I can't really explain why I cried so hard. Other than like small cute fluffy dead bird obvious reasons.

I am also waiting to hear about grades which is stressful. My mom also broke a bowl that was pretty which is a bummer. I also watched Once Upon a Time which was unsurprisingly shocking and dramatic. And I have to go to work tomorrow.

All these small things concluded with the death of a fucking bird.

Eddie Izzard once said about birds: "Live in the sky, die in a window". That phrase has been on loop since the bird stopped breathing.