Yesterday I discovered a creepy bruise on my nose. I have no idea where it came from, but I am extremely self-conscious about it. Brother-in-Law (BiL) did not make me feel better last night when he said, “Oh, that’s a bruise? I thought it was a huge zit.” Thanks. He also screamed in horror in when I rolled up my pants leg to show off a non-creepy bruise I have near my left knee, courtesy of stopping a couch from crashing down some stairs on Thursday night when I helped my friend chuck her to the curb like a skeezy boyfriend. It seems that my lack of leg shaving is a source of nightmares for some. Harumph. You be the judge:
Monday, November 13, 2006
Monday, Nov. 13: I Am Alive, Just Maybe Not Kicking
Yes, I’m late today. How the hell did it get to be after 11 am so quickly? Sure, I woke up late, feeling sick (ate too much good – i.e. fatty – food again this weekend; crapping out of brains commenced). Ate breakfast. Wrangled a piece for BlogHer that I’ve been puzzling over for about a week now. More crapping. Everything these days is at least a double-flusher. Meaning: must flush contents of toilet before any toilet paper can be thrown in, for fear of massive clog. Second flush is all the dirty paper, and sometimes additional paper flushes are required. Again, the goal is avoid any stoppage.
Yesterday I discovered a creepy bruise on my nose. I have no idea where it came from, but I am extremely self-conscious about it. Brother-in-Law (BiL) did not make me feel better last night when he said, “Oh, that’s a bruise? I thought it was a huge zit.” Thanks. He also screamed in horror in when I rolled up my pants leg to show off a non-creepy bruise I have near my left knee, courtesy of stopping a couch from crashing down some stairs on Thursday night when I helped my friend chuck her to the curb like a skeezy boyfriend. It seems that my lack of leg shaving is a source of nightmares for some. Harumph. You be the judge:
Zit, bad hairstyle, or both?
Scariest leg you've ever seen, nice wood floor, or both?
Yesterday I discovered a creepy bruise on my nose. I have no idea where it came from, but I am extremely self-conscious about it. Brother-in-Law (BiL) did not make me feel better last night when he said, “Oh, that’s a bruise? I thought it was a huge zit.” Thanks. He also screamed in horror in when I rolled up my pants leg to show off a non-creepy bruise I have near my left knee, courtesy of stopping a couch from crashing down some stairs on Thursday night when I helped my friend chuck her to the curb like a skeezy boyfriend. It seems that my lack of leg shaving is a source of nightmares for some. Harumph. You be the judge:
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Nice wood floor.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I see you are making use of your new camera.
ReplyDeleteDoes the bruise hurt? I hate marks on my face!
ReplyDeletethat one on your nose is kinda nuts.
ReplyDeletemy poor legs are always getting bruised in freak accidents, so i rarely ask where they came from anymore.
Maybe the bruise was caused by a massive broken blood vessel from the strain involved in all of that crapping.
ReplyDeleteyou know wood floors is a slang term for unshaved snatch.... and carpeting refers to having hair down there.
ReplyDeleteOooh, poor nose! I'm sure there is a way to blame this on someone else.
ReplyDeleteThe floor is lovely. The leg, strong and lovely!