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I hurt myself today to see if I can still feel... yes it turns out I can.

Sorry for not posting in a while, I know all of you have been waiting on pins and needles to read my next series of thoughts to share with the world. In all honesty I haven't thought about much lately (shocking I know) but I will share my most recent observations about the world with you just for the lols.

I recently found a baby pigeon that had fallen out of its nest and decided to put it in a shoebox and take it home with me in the hopes that I could train it to be a falcon. Unfortunately I neglected to cut air holes in the box and the bird suffocated... in hindsight that was not actually a very funny story, but it does offer a warning to those who intend to keep baby birds as pets in the future.

I would also like to take this opportunity to discuss my unrequited love. He's a little bit country and I'm a little bit rock n roll, I'm a little bit star struck and he's a little bit way too old. In case you haven't guessed already, I am of course talking about the inimitable Jon Voight.

I must be going now to have tea with Lawrence Fishbourne, good day to you all, I will keep you updated on my yearning for the one and only Mr. Voight.