Hi Everyone!I see you've wandered over to Owl's Dream! This is my private journal used for everyday chatting with friends and posting of memories. I have a Public Journal over at
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if they find my body please let them know that it was the expired food that killed me. More specifically: the one day past chicken, the one month past Mushroom soup and the who-knows-how-old box of pasta.
Sincerly Red Owl
PS; Here's hoping that expire dates are a little lenient
PPS: Note to self: check before using and consuming!
I want to donate whatever I can, except my eyes, to whomever needs it. Then I want to be buried in the city I was born in to be by my parents and brother. After living soooo many years as a severe pyrophobic, the LAST thing I would ever want is to be cremated. No thanks, no way!!!