heart, stop beating. she'll hear.
a skunk just walked three feet from my head.
i'm 5'9''.
three feet from my head.
generally speaking, the apartment half-sunk into the ground agrees with me. not quite as much light as i'd like, but otherwise it kicks butt. unless you happen to be sitting at your computer and a skunk walks right next to your window which is wide fucking open.
i'm a survivor. s/he didn't seem to find me at all interesting or spray worthy. but how much would that suck to get sprayed by a skunk while sitting in your living room.
by the way, when did skunks become mostly white? is this a great white north thing? and i thought you could smell them coming. is that only if they'd sprayed lately?
i was more fond of the opossum who pulled the same trick while i was washing dishes last week.
is it fucking halloween? now there's a cute little orange-and-white kitten looking in at me.
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now i'm sitting here absolutely convinced that i got sprayed and i can't smell it because of some psychological defense mechanism.
sounds like wild kingdom. i had an upclose encounter with a deer today.
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