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First of all, if you haven't read my last entry and seen the fantastic pictures, DO THAT NOW!!!

In other news: So...Not much has happened in the last few days
...But I did hurt myself twice in just a couple days...Awesome.

First: I was making a fantastic dinner in the kitchen
and suddenly remembered that the ground pepper for my cooking
was in my bedroom (who knows why) So I proceed to gallop/dance
with a little twirl out of the kitchen. As I dance through the doorway
into the living room, my hand smashes against the wooden wall. By
wooden wall, I do not mean some plastic fake shit,
nor do I mean polished hardwood, I mean raw, unsanded planks
of wood more than 30 years old bolted to the goddamn wall.
A lovely bunch of wooden shards sink themselves deep into my hand,
and I spend the next hour or so trying
to get them out.

I finally get them all out the next evening.

Second: I just recently got a lovely and wonderful old bike,
which I have been hauling in and out of the apartment all the time.
I decide to put the bike onto a large horizontally bolted pole on one
of the pillers in my apartment to store it (does that make sense?)
But instead of waiting for my lovely six-foot-three roomie lover to
come home, I decide to be a self-sufficeint, stubborn, super feminist
and start to do it myself.
Once I realize that I am way too short to lift it up nearly high enough,
I begin to lower it to the floor in defeat. As I lower it, the handlbars
twist out of my one hand, my other hand slides like whoa, and the whole fucking thing falls right on my face.
I go to the mirror to see a cut right, I mean...Right beneath my
eye (I was lucky) and I begin to feel my face burn and swell...I end
up with a cut, a black eye, and a bruised cheekbone.
It gets better... I go to the fridge to get ice...There is no ice.
I end up putting frozen peas, which should have been my dinner,
on my face to prevent massive swellation.
Boo.

Make up won't cover it, sooo I'm pretty sure everyone at work either thinks I'm a serious street rumbler, like the kind who tucksa switchblade into her garter-belt, or I have a boyfriend who "fucks me up." Either way, both ideas are silly enough to makeme almost laugh at the whole situation.


Keep in mind...This photo is the night after...it's been over 24
hours of icing and what-not.. Actually, that whole side of my face
looks pretty fucked up...Ew, but c'mon, a giant bike fell on my face!
If you don't think it looks bad...Okay. I am a pretty big sissy sometimes...But it hurt!
It's hard to see the bruised cheek in this one...But beeeelieve me,
it's there...It hurts like hell to smile because it uses those muscles so much.


Are my journal entries all choppy because I copy-past them from word to do spell check? That's annoying...Sorry to any rare person who might be reading this.