so as i am dragging roughly 80 lbs of groceries up to my apartment, i look down on the stairs. i see
a fish.
a live fish. well. not anymore. =x it was about four inches long. rather cute. kinda flat.
i would say more, but i. i mean. ??????????
rock on, fish.
ETA:
it just occurred to me that the fish, being dead, may find it difficult to rock on. oh well.
man. to think.
ReplyDeletewhen you return and you are heaving yourself up the stairs of woodies, i will think similar thoughts.
"rock on, janet."
and then it occurred to me.
"it's hard to rock on when you're trying to climb each stair because you're that short...?"
so, all jokes and suicide (*ahem* ASIDE) i just wanted to let you know that this was by far my favorite post for some reason. something to do with the fish.