i am so sick of being in pain, and i am so sick of it causing me to be angry and frustrated and serious all the goddamn time.this is a random assortment of funny shit in my life.
this is my new compression sock. it’s full-length and only for special folks who have abnormal swelling. but the best part of this picture is my cell phone. which is in one of the straps of my brace. my brace doubles as a holster! mostly because my bra isn’t as reliable of a carrying case. (side note: i took this with photobooth, so it’s in reverse. my surgery was on my right knee, i swear.)
my friends and i broke my bed the other night. it is now completely lopsided. sleeping is really awkward because i kind of feel like i might roll off. but it was fucking hysterical when it happened, and i need a new bed anyway and this one only cost 35$ and last almost two years. and it was funny, did i mention that? i like funny.
i was flipping through photos reliving my college days, especially my junior year, which was when my two best friends and i raised hell on a regular basis. since they’re real adults with jobs and things i’ll not plaster embarrassing photos of them on the interwebz. but i have no shame.
i don’t even know. but this was one of the funniest/best nights of my undergraduate career. the next morning? not so much. but damn we had a good time. please note my rainbow-striped shot glass and my demon eyes.
i was planning on writing something more substantial, profound, serious, whatever the case may be. instead i decided to tell you how i busted my bed and show you pictures of my chicken leg and me being drunk and attractive (right). you get what you get and you don’t get upset.