Friday, November 04, 2005 was disfigured like me. Dontcha.
Last night I was trying to do an ill-advised trick on my roller skates, and I fell on my face. The roller girl who is also an EMT diagnosed me as "gonna have a shiner", and she was right. My eye got more gruesome as the day went by. It was a lot of fun at the salon. I look like I was wearing artfully applied maroon eyeliner and then got punched in the face.
Reports from the scene indicate that when I fell, the large teenager with mental difficulties who sometimes skates around flashing the Vulcan "live long and prosper" symbol for a lap or two went "Oooh!" I must've fallen hard to get that kind of sympathy, because one time I heard the middle-aged guy who hangs around the rink offering smarmy advice to beginning skaters tried to turn that kid against me, and it totally worked. The middle-aged dude was pointing at me and telling the kid how dangerous I was. The kid mumbled something (as is his way), and his companion said, "No, no, you shouldn't hit her."
One day, internet, I will tell you more about this man, but I worry that he internet searches for roller derby every day, and if he reads this, his heart will break.
My pulpy old eye! I keep blinking and being like, "Ow!" and then blinking again. For a minute after I fell, that side of my face looked fantastic, because my cheekbone hit first, so swelled first, so made me appear chiseled. Now the eye part just looks gross and the face part makes it appear (for the umpteenth time in a few weeks) as if I have a five o'clock shadow.
I've been on pins and needles all day, because an entity I spoke to yesterday promised me a phone call today. It seemed far-fetched to me even then, but I was hopin'. I passed the time at work by pretending that the entity would call on my work phone, even though the entity doesn't even have that number. Still, I bet I sounded so excited and professional to everyone who called today. posted by Frenz | 11/04/2005 08:14:00 PM
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