Nature is Scary

                So I considered doing a Secret part 3 today, but then I reconsidered. I’ll redo the ending so that it’s not so abrupt and hurried someday, but not today. Also, I think that after today I’ll stop blogging so regularly. And stop feeling the need to post photos all the time. Only when I feel like it. sometimes, I feel like I’m just posting one because I said I would.

                I learned today that actually quite a few people read my posts. Hurray, kind of. If you don’t like the way I blog, then stop. Seriously. I write so that I am amused. It’d be nice if you were amused too (and when I say “it’d be nice”, I mean be amused/interested or go away). So go away all you unwanted readers. *Annoyed* Anyways.

                Today, I seriously don’t feel like blogging. I’ll write a random story for you.

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(See, I’m so bored that I don’t even use awesome divider things. Also, I have zero idea what I am going to say or where I am going with this, but whatever, I’ll go with what comes to me)

                Once upon a time, there was a young maiden with flowing green locks and wide orange eyes. She lived deep in the woods, yet had an absolute fear of all things natural. She managed to collect enough scrap metal to build a shiny house that was a barrier between her and the evil, evil nature. She would stare in constant fear out of the little slits in her small house, and tremble whenever a squirrel scurried by. She lived in a state of paranoia, refusing to eat natural substances, but instead getting sustenance from this magical bin in which food appeared randomly. She had no idea where the food came from or why, but the process was completely unnatural so she did not care. She tossed her food scraps out through a small and reinforced window she had in her one-room home, making sure to make sure there were no natural things like weather or atmosphere that could come through. She did so quickly and with a skittishness that bordered on hysteria. Unlock, open, toss, slam, CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK. Locks were her best friend. They helped her against this nature thing.

                One day, she went through the motions of slowly creeping toward her garbage-tossing window. She shifted her eyes right and left, and looked for any signs of nature that might attack her the second she opened the hole in the wall. She swiftly slid the various locks open with her trembling pale fingers. As soon as she opened the door-thing, she saw horror of all horrors: a chipmunk. It chattered at her, and she screamed with the intensity of a nuclear explosion. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed that a nice fifty foot circle from her window had been completely charred and desolate, and that the horrid furry thing had been reduced to a pile of ashes. She breathed a sigh of relief at the close call, and dumped the trash outside the window. Without a second thought, she locked all the locks, and continued with her everyday, comfortably unnatural life.

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                What on earth was that. I’m crazy. Also, this is the last post of November, I believe. And a picture! I promise after this one, there will only be a picture if it’s relevant. Or I feel like posting one. Or maybe I’ll just keep posting them because I will feel a secret pressure to. Shut up, you.