a bird shat upon my head… *e*

Seriously. You can’t make this shit up. (lol shit… oh boy)

I was walking back from class, and let me just tell you I was looking *good* I was mad that I’d gotten all pretty-fied last night and that it had gone to waste, so I wore to class today what I had planned to wear last night; a knee-length pink floral linen skirt, pink v-neck top with sequins, and after much self-debate, a pair of white sandal heels. (BTW, remind me not to wear those shoes again.. ouch) So I was walking kind of slow, because my feet were KILLING me, and all of a sudden *splat!* I was like please don’t tell me thats what I thought it was So, stupid me, I use my hand to wipe it off. So now not only is there birdshit in my hair, but there’s birdshit on my *hand*… greaaaattttttt. I was less than a block from my apartment, so I just kept walking.

I crossed Art Museum Drive, and there’s this old homeless (well at least i’m guessing he might have been homeless… its hard to tell in B-more) guy sitting on the wall right by the park, and he says, “You got good tits.” Normally I’d smile, thank him, and wink, but… there was birdshit in my hair!!! I didn’t even process what he’d said until I got across Charles St. lmao

I swear my life is a sitcom sometimes. You really can’t make this shit up.

*edit*

i meant to add before that one of my faves ti-vo’ed the 2nd part of House and is burning it to DVD and sending it to me *grinz* totally awesome.. thanks Moo! 🙂

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