moirae

Maybe Ive forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone Ive ever known
Its nothing I regret
Save it for another day
Its the school exam and the kids have run away

Broken Body:

I rode my bike for the first time in at least a month. Surprisingly it didnt take much time to warm up. By the end of Saturday we trekked out to this large concrete pipe in the middle of nowhere.

It was really fun until I went a little too high, and gravity kicked in. Dropped at least 10 feet straight to my kneecap. The instant I did it I knew I was screwed. Ive done it before, so I knew the outcome. The funny thing was that the first thing I thought of as I was laying at the bottom was shit, I ripped my favorite pair of jeans. I dragged myself out of the pipe pretending that I was just fine. Once I sat down and looked at it, my initial reactions were confirmed. Ruptured bursa. Driving 2 hours home was loads of fun. Woke up the next morning to a knee that closely resembled a very large grapefruit, but with the coloring of an eggplant. So if this is anything like the last time, I can expect to be hobbling like an old man for at least a month.. yay!

Shortbus Roomate:

Reason #376 why I hate the current people Im surrounded by. So as Im driving home in agony Saturday night. I get a call from my roommate. Him, and just about everybody else in town had left Friday night to go to a board and music festival at a lake 3 hours out of town. I knew I shouldnt have answered the phone when I saw the number, but I did.

Roomate:Hey are you at home?

Moirae: No, Im on the freeway

Roomate: Um well, I need you to get my keys out of my room, and drive them up to us

Moirae: What!

Roomate: Well (insert name) was messing around on the dock, and he dropped my keys in the lake

Moirae: You guys are fucking retarded

Roomate: Dude I know, Ill make it up to you, Ill buy you dinner and pay for your gas

Blah Blah Blaghh.

I told them I wasnt doing anything until the morning, and that I would call them back when I woke up. I call and leave a message for them in the morning with specific instructions for what they need to do to get into the car, and get a replacement key from a local dealership. My friend whose now stuck there with Shortbus Roomate calls back an hour later to ask me what Im going to do. I told him they need to find a dealer, and not to call me back until theyve exhausted all options. Two hours later, he calls again to tell me that roomate isnt cooperating because he wants to enjoy the festival, and that they can handle it later.

I drive
85 to 100 mph.. fucking pissed. Not for my roommate, but for my poor friend stuck in this situation. 2 hours and 45 minutes later. I roll into the parking lot of the festival. It was an immediate reminder of why I didnt go in the first place. I saw enough sideways white baseball caps, roxy stickers, and flip flops to make me nauseous. I swear to god if someone had offered me a Corona I would have broken it off in their colon. I seriously did a u-turn in the parking lot. Got out for 5 minutes to hand the keys to my friend, then left. My friend couldnt even look me in the eyes while he was apologizing for all of this. Three hours to get back, non stop.

After all of this My roommate didnt even have the common sense to make it home in time to get to work this morning.

If my friends ever wonder why Im so anti-social and bitter around them, heres my fucking answer.