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So exactly one day after I get my stitches out from the epic scooter accident, I decide to join an intramural indoor soccer team. The ball defiantly went right for my head at least twice.
Whenever Liana and I tell the scooter story, we can't help but giggle the entire time. A friend of mine said it best: "It's only funny because you're not fucking dead, Roxanne!"
I can't help but feel like I'm just asking to get hurt now. Someone as clumsy as I am should not be allowed on wheels or to participate in sports.
Reckless Roxanne is reckless.