`poppies... yeah
ever since my not so misfortunate (i know it's not proper english, but i feel that it more accurately conveys my meaning) leg injury i've been on a lot of medication. some of them, i'm sure, i don't even need. take for instance, sudafed flu? it said to beware drowsiness, and i said score. well, not really, but i'm sure i thought it. one of those subconscious things, to be sure.
the result? i have utterly decimated - every 10th man, yup - my friendship with ashley. if it's not funny, then it's not a joke. remember that. and whatever you do, don't refer to the joke as funny when you apologize, because that is death. the kind of death where days after you fucked up, she will send you messages reminding you that you're dead.
the precursor to friday night's death? this takes us to thursday, somewhere between 3:00 and 5:00 pm. I am on the roof of an old toyota corolla, pleasantly riding it at a comfortable 15 mph. for whatever reason - looking back, this part of my adventure completely boggles my mind - i decided to roll off of his car. hoorah! i land on my feet. unhoorah! the momentum throws me forward, effectively scrubbing 4 to 5 feet of gravel concrete with my left forearm and my right knee. now i limp and hobble around. i'm pretty sure i broke my knee, if that's possible, but am too lazy to go get it checked out. scratch that, i'm not too lazy. i'm actually mortified by the idea of having a knee problem the rest of my life, but have to wait for an appointment since it's not an emergency.
but every downside has its perks, one of which is my loosened style of guitar playing lately. i suppose it's the pain that's diverting my attention away from whatever it was that hindered my obvious musical talent. -rolls eyes- luckily, that won't last long and i can go back to being bored of my guitar for another week or so. bastard medications... show me the dream and then snatch it away.
going to see the killers april 24th. yes, yes, yes, and yes. and yes.
the result? i have utterly decimated - every 10th man, yup - my friendship with ashley. if it's not funny, then it's not a joke. remember that. and whatever you do, don't refer to the joke as funny when you apologize, because that is death. the kind of death where days after you fucked up, she will send you messages reminding you that you're dead.
the precursor to friday night's death? this takes us to thursday, somewhere between 3:00 and 5:00 pm. I am on the roof of an old toyota corolla, pleasantly riding it at a comfortable 15 mph. for whatever reason - looking back, this part of my adventure completely boggles my mind - i decided to roll off of his car. hoorah! i land on my feet. unhoorah! the momentum throws me forward, effectively scrubbing 4 to 5 feet of gravel concrete with my left forearm and my right knee. now i limp and hobble around. i'm pretty sure i broke my knee, if that's possible, but am too lazy to go get it checked out. scratch that, i'm not too lazy. i'm actually mortified by the idea of having a knee problem the rest of my life, but have to wait for an appointment since it's not an emergency.
but every downside has its perks, one of which is my loosened style of guitar playing lately. i suppose it's the pain that's diverting my attention away from whatever it was that hindered my obvious musical talent. -rolls eyes- luckily, that won't last long and i can go back to being bored of my guitar for another week or so. bastard medications... show me the dream and then snatch it away.
going to see the killers april 24th. yes, yes, yes, and yes. and yes.