Wednesday, March 14, 2007


Sometimes I wonder if I am OCD....

Is it crazy that I get sad about the newly cleaned sink is filled with dirty dishes and dried food that my room mate has left behind? I don't let anyone touch my bed unless they are fresh from the shower...or that when I park my MINI I have to park somewhere "safe".

But my obesession I think started when I was 15. I had gone to the Skats show at some warehouse on Lucky Street. There was this crazy solid block of dead pigeons sitting there in the hallway. One of the many drunk kids decided to play football or soccer with it. Somehow it was dismantled and bits of dead pigeons started flying everywhere. In my escape to avoid the diseased flying rats, I kicked it to the person who served it to me. Yuck. Needless to say later on the night there were so many drunk kids that puked everywhere with the combination of dead pigeons stuck to our boots. :P

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