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Nov 10, 2005 10:12

My left eyebrow is pulsating furiously. There is a giant black and blue bruise above my eye so big, I am actually wondering if people will wonder if I'm a battered housewife if I go out today...
Of course it is due to the brilliantly graceful maneuver of me smacking my own car door directly into my face. How did I manage to deliver such a ginourmously harsh self-inflicted blow to the skull, you ask? Two words: Cute boy. I was in the parking lot of Les Schwab yesterday after they'd been so nice as to remove a nail from my front left wheel for free... and this sleek, tall, gorgeous hunk of a man stepped into a beam of light and moved toward me... it was like a really humiliating scene from a bad slapstick comedy starring daryl hannah and some dork like rob schneider or something... all in slow motion of course... me staring.. opening the door with strength and purpose.. his lanky physique approaching deftly with his cool half-smile and sharp narrowed gaze fixed calmly at me...
The force with which the door made contact reverberated enough to nearly knock me out... I almost wish it had.

At least he was nice enough not to laugh.
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