Monday, June 23, 2003 Thin thighs in thirty days
Today I scratched up my poor foot on some big jagged vines of rusty wire. I was trying to cross a little bridge that's under construction in the mate's neighborhood, and it didn't work out. I'm assuming that dropping a dress size or two would be one of the happier consequences of lockjaw. I dislike speaking outloud, too, so right now I can't really think of a downside, except I think it eventually kills you. Tetanus is like, my personal theme these days. I should wear heavier shoes.
posted by Frenz | 6/23/2003 05:48:00 PM
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