Two days before I aged again, I mangled my left foot. My birthday was a card and phone call from my mother, and a FUCKING WALKER for the future when I could hobble my broken foot and place it in a (screw this)
Look. I have five toes with black bruise rings about them. I have a foot swollen and discolored from trauma. I am using a flipping walker.
Happy 39, Melissa.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Santa DID find me, that fat old fool
I don't know why.
But....
Hook 'em Horns! Win that Fiesta Bowl and make Ohio your tortilla!
But....
Hook 'em Horns! Win that Fiesta Bowl and make Ohio your tortilla!
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