mohollyweird

how wonderful, just as I was getting ready to snooze last night, Jen tells me to git up and run to Target with her, but first, would I please put some air in her tire?? Yup, no sweat! To bad aboiut that heavy "91 Mustang door that I slammed on My hand, crunching My left first finger! 14 stitchs later, I've got a real sad and apologetic girly feeding Me and doing My chores around the pad! Yeah, it's not her fault, like, at all, but You think I'M gonna tell her?!?!? Fucking thing hurts like a bitch, in a splint, like to be there for a month or so, knowing how slow I heal! Wooo!!!!!