dog poop

Today I woke up at 6:00. I got dressed at 6:06. I ate oatmeal at 6:54.
Psych!

This is my first entry and what a great day for an entry! Bad moods create crazy thoughts.
You know, when we were nothing but bed-wetting little brats that ran around in our underwear, it seemed our biggest fear was wondering what could possibly be hiding in the darkness under our bed at night. Our greatest accomplishment was rolling down the hill faster than any other kid on the block. That is, until we rolled in dog poop. As I grow older, I often find myself looking under the bed, wondering if any one, or thing, really will ever jump out at me. And still to this day when I find myself rolling at turbo speeds down the hill or life for this matter, faster than anyone around, feeling amazingly accomplished, and forgetting about every other worry, there is always dog poop somewhere along the way.

I saw that fire today and decided to investigate. I didn't stop to think that I wasn't the only nosy person living in this city. Dead stop traffic. I will definitely never do that again, and I don't recommend it either.