A True Account of It

"I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion." - Henry David Thoreau

Thursday, April 30, 2009

da DUM da DUM

As a prerequisite to this post it is necessary to review the previous posting entitled "Urban Jungle."

Today I walked out of my new apartment and sitting on my doormat was a raccoon. Granted it was a dog toy with a bell inside, about the size of my forearm and probably belongs to the therapy dog that just moved in next door, but still. They are following me. WHOA.

2 comments:

Bakes. said...: HAHAHAHAHA. amazing. still.

also, i'm positive i just saw you at the circ desk. are you living there now?; May 1, 2009 at 11:27 AM
Julie Wilding said...: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!; May 2, 2009 at 11:10 AM