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Sep. 4th, 2006 | 10:22 am
The Crocodile Hunter, Steven Irwin, died today.
Stingray barb to the heart.
I always kinda thought he'd die like in a plane crash or something, you know? Like the animals would never get him.
Yet, it's sad. He was so passionate and did a lot of good work with wildlife preservation and the like. He had 2 kids that seem to adore him, and it makes me all sad.
I've been worried about my dad lately. Since I've been gone and not at home taking care of him (he is like a kid I tell ya) he has neglected to take his meds, got heatstroke, and cut the tip of his finger off in the table saw in the garage. Part of me worries that he's gonna die while I'm gone. I don't know what I'd do.
My birthday is on Wednesday (and so is Jessie's!) and I'll be spending it alone at home in front of the TV. I wish I had at least one friend out here in Montana...
I could go to the bar by myself and get drunk. How about that?
Stingray barb to the heart.
I always kinda thought he'd die like in a plane crash or something, you know? Like the animals would never get him.
Yet, it's sad. He was so passionate and did a lot of good work with wildlife preservation and the like. He had 2 kids that seem to adore him, and it makes me all sad.
I've been worried about my dad lately. Since I've been gone and not at home taking care of him (he is like a kid I tell ya) he has neglected to take his meds, got heatstroke, and cut the tip of his finger off in the table saw in the garage. Part of me worries that he's gonna die while I'm gone. I don't know what I'd do.
My birthday is on Wednesday (and so is Jessie's!) and I'll be spending it alone at home in front of the TV. I wish I had at least one friend out here in Montana...
I could go to the bar by myself and get drunk. How about that?