Gods, I ache...
Is there a tatoo on my face that says "Polearm goes here?" Someone check for me. Because for the second Dagorhir meeting in a row, I have been smacked, hard, with a polearm. Yesterday was right in the eye, too. *Sigh* And not swords, no. Just the polearms, or quaterstaffs, or whatever they want to call them. And Kathy takes a sadistic delight in hitting me in the ass. With her 'softball player' swing. *Rolls eyes* Girlfriends... And then there's the fact that this is my bi-weekly exercise. Every two weeks, I run around and hit people with swords. I really need to start working out so I don't hurt this much afterwards.
In other news, I fucking hate Velveeta. When Dad asked me if I wanted cheesetoast, I thought he meant with, like, cheese. At least American cheese. But Velveeta? *Wrinkles nose* And I feel obligated to eat it, since I did SAY I wanted it. *Sighs*
In other news, I fucking hate Velveeta. When Dad asked me if I wanted cheesetoast, I thought he meant with, like, cheese. At least American cheese. But Velveeta? *Wrinkles nose* And I feel obligated to eat it, since I did SAY I wanted it. *Sighs*