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March 17, 2006
The Broken, Bloody Truth
I know, I know. I promised you a funny and utterly Breelicious version of single v. not single today (kind of like spy v. spy exceptin', of course, for the "funny" part), but I've been busy over here luxuriating in having a computer, a TV and unlimited coffee. The living's good, and made even better by the fact that as I slowly read through and ponder all the trials to be found in my e-mail account, I realize more and more how lucky I am to be leaving in one piece.
This one in particular caught my fancy:
rest of the weekend was ok -- except i fell out of bed friday night and gave myself a bit of a black eye and then fell running for a cab saturday night -- fell on my ass yet got an insanely skinned knee. how that worked -- no one knows. just call me mrs. bendy. sober for the first bodily trauma, drunk for the second. oh the times, the times.
Followed about a month later by:
i fell on the way to work today!
like, for real.
OW
on my knee - same one i ate it on in the east village in the beginnning of the summer. i'm hobbling around like an old man with a 2-foot beard and a loose, dirty diaper. Almost took down an innocent commuter to boot. move over -- i am the new peg leg.
Aside from the fact that - in just two months - Denver has already claimed a finger and a cocyx bone, here's hoping I won't be quite so accident-prone in Mountain Time. Or at least that it's more socially appropriate to wear a full suit of armor. My armor brings all the boys to the yard...and they're like, 'It's better than yours.'
Damn right.
It's better than yours.
Sigh.
Posted by Bree at March 17, 2006 09:28 AM