Once upon a time (ie. three and a half weeks ago) I was up on a roof, waving my arms around, yelling at my neighbour who was quite clearly masturbating. When I had to get down, I jumped. This proved to be quite a problem as I ended up with a broken heel.
I have had a cast for almost a month now which means that my leg has not been washed, shaved, moisturised or any of that crappy girl shit for that amount of time. So, last night G-dog and I tried to look down it to judge whether I could plait or braid my leg hair yet. I can't, but you know how skin dies and flakes off and junk? Like, science? Human Bio? Yeah well, it's got no where to go. My leg looks like a dead junkie's leg.
The End.
Love Gracey.
5 years ago
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