
Header by ~Caramel5555
I ran over a turtle today. I feel so bad. It was really sad. It was 6am and it was raining. I turned the corner at 35 miles per hour and there it was in the narrow space where the road goes over a pond. I had a car coming toward me. Here were my choices; Swerve into the oncoming traffic, hit the car, safe the turtle but who knows what would have happened with my driver's side plowing into another person's driver side. Swerve and go into the water. More than likely the guardrail would have stopped me, but then I would have gone into the water. Who knows what would have happened to me. My last option was close my eyes and hope that I didn't hit the turtle.
The split seconds before I had to make that fateful decision didn't allow for many other options before I heard a sickening thump. I hit the poor blessed thing.
There is no recompense is there? For killing a innocent sweet little turtle?
I can only hope so. You see I am a very squeemish person. I had to face, when I returned home from work the painfully squished little sweetheart. I forced myself to survey the damage I'd done. Ohh...ohh..poor baby. Really there is no recompense I can offer.
So, today I forgot my son's DS. So I went to get it. On the way home I stopped. In the middle of the road was a turtle!! A turtle!! I pulled over, flicked on my hazards, jumped out of the car and went after the creature.
One problem. I am squeemish!! I have NEVER so much as touched a turtle. I'm scared to touch them. I know what's to be scared of right? Well I am. Sorry. No one said that phobias are sensible. But, all I could think of was on coming traffic. So, I scooped it up, took it across the road and put it down.
On another note. Hahhaah My crazy neighbor has begun mimicing my ummm it's not an accent. I don't know what to call it. A strange idiosyncrasy. I pronounce appreciate as Ah-pre-cee-ate! So here I am listening to her bitch on the phone because someone yelled at her because she's a bad mother and she's trying to validate herself and she says, "I don't AH-PRE-SEE-ATE this..." Ahahahahahahahahah crazy bitch!!
I ran over a turtle today. I feel so bad. It was really sad. It was 6am and it was raining. I turned the corner at 35 miles per hour and there it was in the narrow space where the road goes over a pond. I had a car coming toward me. Here were my choices; Swerve into the oncoming traffic, hit the car, safe the turtle but who knows what would have happened with my driver's side plowing into another person's driver side. Swerve and go into the water. More than likely the guardrail would have stopped me, but then I would have gone into the water. Who knows what would have happened to me. My last option was close my eyes and hope that I didn't hit the turtle.
The split seconds before I had to make that fateful decision didn't allow for many other options before I heard a sickening thump. I hit the poor blessed thing.
There is no recompense is there? For killing a innocent sweet little turtle?
I can only hope so. You see I am a very squeemish person. I had to face, when I returned home from work the painfully squished little sweetheart. I forced myself to survey the damage I'd done. Ohh...ohh..poor baby. Really there is no recompense I can offer.
So, today I forgot my son's DS. So I went to get it. On the way home I stopped. In the middle of the road was a turtle!! A turtle!! I pulled over, flicked on my hazards, jumped out of the car and went after the creature.
One problem. I am squeemish!! I have NEVER so much as touched a turtle. I'm scared to touch them. I know what's to be scared of right? Well I am. Sorry. No one said that phobias are sensible. But, all I could think of was on coming traffic. So, I scooped it up, took it across the road and put it down.
On another note. Hahhaah My crazy neighbor has begun mimicing my ummm it's not an accent. I don't know what to call it. A strange idiosyncrasy. I pronounce appreciate as Ah-pre-cee-ate! So here I am listening to her bitch on the phone because someone yelled at her because she's a bad mother and she's trying to validate herself and she says, "I don't AH-PRE-SEE-ATE this..." Ahahahahahahahahah crazy bitch!!










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*Miss Deeds*
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Never attribute to malice that which can be explained by stupidity
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*Miss Deeds*
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Never attribute to malice that which can be explained by stupidity
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