Tuesday, April 18, 2006 pain and suffering
Oh, wide world of middle-aged dudes, I'm not asking you whether you want your coffee for here or to go just to fuck with you. I am asking because it matters what kind of cup it goes into, because you can't take our pretty mugs home without paying an additional fee, and because I can't read your mind. I know I'm going to be your mean barista anecdote if I do anything but smile in the face of it, but here, from my house to yours, is a hearty "Get bent."
Not that I'm complaining. I'm just spitting venom. Is difference.
What a country.
My teammate Minerva Vavoom broke her ankle last night, and I feel so bad for her. The bout is in less than a week, and she'll be in a cast for 6-8 weeks, plus physical therapy and everything. It kills me, because she's a good skater. I try and pretend I am immune from all injury. I'm going to keep pretending, but, man. I'm kind of afraid to walk under my own power this week. Earlier I opened the milk fridge door right into my shin. There may be a curse in the offing. posted by Frenz | 4/18/2006 03:23:00 PM
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