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stupid shoes. turned my ankle over … again.. same ankle.. fell right inside the damn bank over lunch hour. Had quite an audience.. if it hadn’t hurt so much, I’d have taken a nice bow. damn it.
stupid shoes. turned my ankle over … again.. same ankle.. fell right inside the damn bank over lunch hour. Had quite an audience.. if it hadn’t hurt so much, I’d have taken a nice bow. damn it.
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schlemaggle has made a Comment
we should really just do away with the damn things altogether. what purpose do they serve if they’re always twisting and turning and not holding us up?
January 23, 2002 @ 6:41 am
flerly has made a Comment
this is technically my stoopid LEFT ankle… always the sinister one, it regularly gives out on me. Not that the heels in these boots help.. but damnit, a girl should be able to wear shoes with confidence, and not be afraid of one stupid, evil, sinister ankle waiting until she’s in a nice crowd of people to just give out on her!
January 23, 2002 @ 7:06 am
schlemaggle has made a Comment
heh. i read right inside the bank or something, and i guess…well…i would say “got tripped up”, but that would be corny. i guess i’m having trouble computing things today. 😛
at any rate, i agree about the shoes. and the ankles. they are evil and in cahoots with the knees, i am sure of it…
January 23, 2002 @ 8:39 am
flerly has made a Comment
girl, you need a new job… this day has just been a roller coaster.. happy, hurt, getting free stuff, stupid people asking stupid questions, the kettle korn phenomenon, etc etc, and I’ve been dying for someone to chat with all day. You need a job that lets you sit on msn or something so i we can cheer each other up, bash the stupid people, and generally avoid that “work” thing without waiting for livejournal to update. I mean it, I need you. Who else would have made the connection between my evil ankles and my knees?
January 23, 2002 @ 8:49 am
schlemaggle has made a Comment
you do need me. i’ve spoken with the elbows; they let me in on the evil alliance between knees and ankles. i was very appreciative.
and well, i kinda do need another job that lets me play more. or at the very least a new “doghouse” or cubicle that lets me hide my screen better so that i can maximize the playtime. i’m getting better about sensing footsteps, but my boss is like a cat. he jumps across the hallway and is standing behind me before i know it. i think HE is in cahoots with the only male exam writer, who can see my computer if he stands up in his cube.
January 23, 2002 @ 10:58 am
flerly has made a Comment
thats is. I’m making you a phony “work related” webpage for you to secretly go chat on. It’s officially on my list.
January 24, 2002 @ 2:41 am
schlemaggle has made a Comment
yay!! have been in meetings since 9:30 am (it’s now 2:00, by the way) and am in desperate need of play time.
January 24, 2002 @ 6:03 am