My life as a pathetic cosmical joke (Film at 11)
People ask the funniest damn questions when you come back from the doctor's in worse shape than you were in when you left. Not only am I now sporting brand new holes from the Tetanus shot, and a blood test (Redux!), but there are bulk-sized bandaids covering my left knee, and both my elbows.
What hapenned was this: my stupid ankle decided to turn, and buckle. Right as I was Crossing the Fucking Street! I thought I was going to be road pizza, after that little spill. Not sure how, but I managed to bet myself back up on my feet, and made it safely to the sidewalk, before collapsing in a pile of owchies.
Do I need any more proof that there is some higher power out there, which loves irony, and hates my guts. All I want to know is what I did in a past life to deserve this. Spit on the sidewalk? Kill people? Be George W. Bush?
What hapenned was this: my stupid ankle decided to turn, and buckle. Right as I was Crossing the Fucking Street! I thought I was going to be road pizza, after that little spill. Not sure how, but I managed to bet myself back up on my feet, and made it safely to the sidewalk, before collapsing in a pile of owchies.
Do I need any more proof that there is some higher power out there, which loves irony, and hates my guts. All I want to know is what I did in a past life to deserve this. Spit on the sidewalk? Kill people? Be George W. Bush?