One day when I was gallavanting around downtown with my now exboyfriend, I strumbled upon a house that was being renovated into a bar.  The house is set down away from the street so that you have to go down some stairs to enter a sort of courtyard in front of it.  On one side of the courtyard, there was a pile of random things that (I assume) were going to be thrown out.  In this pile, staring out longingly, was a plastic owl.  I picked him up and took him with me.  I have a whole album of pictures of him in curious places.  I'm extremely attached to this owl, which I have named Owly.  Almost as if he were alive...
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18-21, F
Oct 11, 2010