vonbaxter

Falcon was her name and she was quite the bird of prey, sashaying past her adolescent admirers from one anchor store to another, past the kiosks where earrings longed to lie upon her lobes and sunglasses hoped to nestle on her nose, seemingly the beginning of a beautiful friendship with whomsoever caught the eye of . . . .

Ouuuuuch! hehehe
What the hell is he talking about you say? Well if you like foot pictures click here
You will notice that I never do things halfheartedly. I managed to tear off the Pinkie Toenail whilst breaking that Toe AND bend the big Toenail down about a fourth of the way and bruise that toe after kicking out to balance myself from the Pinkie strike. It takes talent to manage to do both but with a little luck and a some very bad aim . . .

Now to explain why I feel the urgent need to share this information with all of you and take a picture of my last two injuries for posting but that is something for the psychologists to sort out in the many volumes of study that will be devoted to me I think this has something to do with Freud's Ego and social awareness and acceptance though it might be because I was given a shot of painkiller and had my camera and a psych book handy and at the moment every thought is a deep thought on the rational behind why every action is taken and . . . I need a good drinking session among intellectual people (I.E. all my SG friends!) while discussing such things to get this out of my system
Or maybe all I need is sleep

On that note the ending to the story in the first paragraph is . . .



. . . the mall tease, Falcon