random strings of thought pulled together to form a tapestry

I almost hit a possum...an opossum? a nasty, giant white rat lookin' creature which is prone to garbage...and disease. you get it. anyways! I don't like 'em, but I don't like killing things either, so I swerved and screamed...like a girl. it was awesome. One of those moments that you're glad you were alone for. On a side note, I think the cough I possessed from a pulled muscle in my chest has grown into an unstoppable force..and I think it's gonna kill me. but I'm not sure. I just know it hurts and 3 doors down still sucks ass and gets on my nerves. oh, and I've written three more poems but Im a chicken and don't want to post them. haha! anyways--this SBC plan for the store meeting isn't going to write itself, so I'm gonna get on that..cause I'm dedicated n shit.