So why at like two am do I suddenly feel a bit giggly and more like that lovable little devil's weed than I did all stupid day when I laid in bed until four the fuck pm?
Well, to update. first I got a wee bit all cry like over a blond little sprite but so that goes. The past is not always so far as one thinks.
Then I got me a wicked case of poison oak unlike anything I've seen in my time that knocked me the fuck out of life for a week, with like six days spent in severe pain saying, "You're not gonna die. You're not gonna die" and making it through with that little mantra.
The original pics are just way too freaky to post but I will show the new and improved, less poison-oaked Datura. You can thank the fucking plant that I am lagging on another set, yo. I do have one ready to go but have to send it in. So, the battle wounds that are healing:
That ain't nuthin', NOTHING compared to what it was before. I snapped photos just to prove how terrible it really was in case I got too much trouble for missing a week of school and work. Lord howdy am I glad to not be dead from that shit. Had to take Prednazone crazy drugs to halp it go away and it's been a total shite experience.
Then I went surfing once the oak settled down but mother fucker I hurt my knee that I injured three years ago that keeps effin' up on me. So I didn't drown, that's good for sure, but I am bummed to have hurt my knee and bummed that I need to be more careful when surfing. Of course I will still surf as soon as the doc says I can in two weeks but I guess I should get an MRI he says to see why it's still messed after three years.
It's two am. Why is no one awake right now? And how come I made this fabuloso nocturnal chum who up and decided that friendly land with warm ol' me was just not gonna be it? Jeez, man, I was so like DUH clueless silly girl thinks the land of lollipops and friends is so much easier than it is but oh well live and learn.
I gots to go put my leg up above my achy breaky pitter patter smitter smatter heart now and ice for ten minutes, off for ten minutes.
I missed the annual Chinese New Year shake my bum to the breakbeats gig so that is shitty for for God's sake, when I read the news, poison oak, fucked up knee and tattered heart...this is a cake walk compared to other shit, and compared to my own obstacles I've overcome down the road.
If only I could float my mood on a kite string more often in such a fashion. Things to strive for...
Be well everyone and thanks for all the comments when my tears are stubbornly having little sprints down my slated cheeks.
Well, to update. first I got a wee bit all cry like over a blond little sprite but so that goes. The past is not always so far as one thinks.
Then I got me a wicked case of poison oak unlike anything I've seen in my time that knocked me the fuck out of life for a week, with like six days spent in severe pain saying, "You're not gonna die. You're not gonna die" and making it through with that little mantra.
The original pics are just way too freaky to post but I will show the new and improved, less poison-oaked Datura. You can thank the fucking plant that I am lagging on another set, yo. I do have one ready to go but have to send it in. So, the battle wounds that are healing:
That ain't nuthin', NOTHING compared to what it was before. I snapped photos just to prove how terrible it really was in case I got too much trouble for missing a week of school and work. Lord howdy am I glad to not be dead from that shit. Had to take Prednazone crazy drugs to halp it go away and it's been a total shite experience.
Then I went surfing once the oak settled down but mother fucker I hurt my knee that I injured three years ago that keeps effin' up on me. So I didn't drown, that's good for sure, but I am bummed to have hurt my knee and bummed that I need to be more careful when surfing. Of course I will still surf as soon as the doc says I can in two weeks but I guess I should get an MRI he says to see why it's still messed after three years.
It's two am. Why is no one awake right now? And how come I made this fabuloso nocturnal chum who up and decided that friendly land with warm ol' me was just not gonna be it? Jeez, man, I was so like DUH clueless silly girl thinks the land of lollipops and friends is so much easier than it is but oh well live and learn.
I gots to go put my leg up above my achy breaky pitter patter smitter smatter heart now and ice for ten minutes, off for ten minutes.
I missed the annual Chinese New Year shake my bum to the breakbeats gig so that is shitty for for God's sake, when I read the news, poison oak, fucked up knee and tattered heart...this is a cake walk compared to other shit, and compared to my own obstacles I've overcome down the road.
If only I could float my mood on a kite string more often in such a fashion. Things to strive for...
Be well everyone and thanks for all the comments when my tears are stubbornly having little sprints down my slated cheeks.
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haha never did end up getting that cake.
where do you work/type of job, i like to see what other people do for cash flow. (im one of those strange people that like to hear about others) what kind of photo project? and ill cross both hands and toes (so that about 4 on the hands and 2 on the feet)
for your knee