Monday May 24, 2004

0
i finally got to the doctor today to get my foot checked out (hammer incident, last week for anyone who remembers) & it turns out it is broken in 2 & possibly 3 places. its too late to get a full fiberglass cast but i have a fucking stupid metal/plastic boot thing that i have to wear for 6 weeks. the worst part is that it didnt really hurt that much anymore until they set the bones today and now it hurts like a beeotch. frown
dont you feel so sorry for me??? well you should, fucker.
VIEW 22 of 22 COMMENTS
thejuanupsman:
God even your comments in people's journals are awesome reading. Just read your comments in PB's and you summed up the problem with every writing class or instructor I have ever had. I never really started getting anywhere on anything until I stopped trying to do things the way I had been taught.. Now I think for the first time I am going to finish something longer than a short story, Don't know if it will be any good but at this point I will settle for finishing the story I want to tell.

On a side note. Ouch you were harsh to the fat girls. You got a mean streak biggrin
abracapocus:
Doggie's doin' better thanks!

Broke yer foot?!! biggrin Can we call ya Gimpy? or how about Gimp?

No no. I hope it heals up fast so you can once again run faster than the fat kids.

[Edited on May 25, 2004 10:03PM]

More Blogs

  • 21

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    A Study for a Memoir This is the beginning of the book that I should…
  • 2

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    VII. Quittance She called me tonight. I was glad it was her. Shes…
  • 1

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    VI. A Nocterna in Pathetique Tangled wires and cables, like u…
  • 2

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    IV. This Atmosphere is Not Conducive to Life Our furniture is poin…
  • 3

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    V. Broken Monday morning's minutes, minutia & microtragedy: pee…
  • 4

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    VI. Girls Like Her "Holy Jesus fuck!", she breathes. I glance o…
  • 2

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    V. Quittance She called me tonight. I was glad it was her. She…
  • 2

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    III. Blood Sisters I was seven years old, when we moved to a new to…
  • 1

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    II. The History House Mysteries In the summer of 1989, we moved in…
  • 2

    Tuesday Feb 15, 2005

    I. Nyctophobia Why do we say that we are afraid of the dark when i…