A story

one day i saw an ostrich on the road in the rock hill. I was 8. he looked pissed. t here was a man chasing after him. But he couldn't catch him. ha. he ran hard. I sat and watched in my mom's mini van. And, I saw him. After I saw him, I thought about I thought about him everyday for 21 years. which is weird because I saw him when I was 8. I'm now 21. i'm 21 years old. i like most things. i like things with feathered hair and bushy tails. i like things with short fingernails and red lipstick. i like most things. mostly things that i like i like alot. i like cocacola and charcoal. and. i also like a good slice of cheese when i'm feeling cheesy and. i hate. when the rapper. i mean wrapper. gets stuck on the cheese?