shit.

i went for a walk just now and a bird shit on my shirt. actually on my collar, disgustingly close to my mouth and face. that was on my way TO my destination so i had to then walk by like 800 people with shit on my shirt. i gave up "negative thoughts" for lent (it was either that or sweets), so i can't really talk about how i think this shirt shit is a perfect metaphor for life. remind me after easter.