lucks

tell me that didn't fuckin hurt. that's my knee by the way... up over the handle bars of shitricky's bmx, whom i have affectionately named wrecks (hehe.. rex, get it, clever huh? k, i lose at the game of life, leave me alone.) right, so over the handle bars i went. wearing a skirt, i might add..

...the grace, the elegance...

one of those highly embarassing situations where passers-by on the other side of the street yell to ask if you're okay, and traffic stays static even though the light has turned green.

ps - changed my name, yep.. it's a trend, i'm a sheep.