today i littered. and i hated myself for it. well, i didn't mean to.
this morning my boyfriend and i went to the Tempe Town Lake. while we were admiring the ducks and laughing about the time i saw some dude trying to surf (wet suit and all) i reached in my pocket to find some paper when my pen fell into the lake. my boyfriend was convinced that if i were to hold his sweater and grip the wall he could hover over the water and be able to save the pen. after several seconds of serious contemplation of this proposal, i decided the pen was too far out and if i were to drop him my swimming capabilities would be severely insufficient.
plus - yuck. that water looked disgusting.
so i watched the pen float away and knew it would haunt me all day. i hate litterbugs. i feel like i just dirtied the world. :(
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on another note! can you believe some guy was trying to surf in Tempe Town Lake? when i saw this unknown dude in the lake i was on a bus shuttle downtown and i remember the person sitting in front of me saying (loudly and to no one in particular), "he's gonna be waiting a long time!"
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