all right, all right, all right, goddammit!


[click image]


...

A squirrel used me to commit suicide on Highway 299 today. Technically, yes, I ran over him, but he ran for my front driver's side tire. I had time to register the flash of his tail before the crunch.

And ever since I've gotten home, unpacked, plugged in, taken care of my sundry messages and tasks, every single time I click on a link there is a squirrel staring out at me accusingly. I fucking did NOT kill him! I am dreadfully sorry for the loss, but I did NOT kill him! He was on a suicide mission, and....

Mission accomplished.

Now, please. Rest in peace, and just be glad it was quick.


always and any time....