Hey i broke my nose today. i was sparing with a buddy of mine for a MMA fight he has coming up and he threw a knee and busted my nose i didn't really realize it until my shirt was covered with blood the thing that made it worse was i had a massive fucking headache before the workout so i took some aspirin which only made it worse so i bled for like 30 minutes and filed up about 2 inches of a mop bucket. someone came in and asked the intelligent question "oh my god is that blood?!" to which i responded that "no, i was in a porn film with the kool aid man." which was made a hell of a lot funnier by my friend josh yelling out "OH OH OH YEAH!!!!!!" so after a trip to the hospital and some painkillers i'm feeling super. it's been a eventful day. 
Why is it easier to pick up a pen when I'm not happy? Why is dilemma the aphrodisiac of the writer? I want to be happy but I want to be a writer. I find when I'm content I have less to write about. This is a paradox.
Why is it easier to pick up a pen when I'm not happy? Why is dilemma the aphrodisiac of the writer? I want to be happy but I want to be a writer. I find when I'm content I have less to write about. This is a paradox.
hope your nose feels better...almost as fun as a broken jaw woohooo