a UFO butt-pain (...two days after the concert)
yesterday morning when i woke up my butt hurt like hell.
ok. explain. i dont know whether its the muscle or the bone but the fact is that i merely can sit on my right side without weeping and crying. and not to speak about climbing up the stairs..
yeah i know whine whine whine whine.. but believe me it IS KILLING me.
anyways. friday night we went to this concert, balkan singer (bosnian-serbo-croatian) and it was so memorable cause i dreamt about seeing him live since i was like 6 years old. we danced and sang and danced and all.. fucking tiring in fact. and then the highlight of the nite was when we figured put that there were no fuckin trains going from woerden to utrecht until 6am (and then it was 3am) and we were sitting there at the station, the five of us, laughing our balkan asses off.. so we decide to give up and indulge for a luxurious way of transportation aka zee cab. hmmmm.. 60 euros. le whoa. oh well. thats life.
we got back home. and at 5am i was eating some bread and cheese with tamara. but thats nothing if you think of the weirdos who are playing computer games and eating as well at that time.
so. now.
where the fuck my BUTT pain comes from?!?
it is still unexplained and not quite identified. but it HURTS as hell.
ok. explain. i dont know whether its the muscle or the bone but the fact is that i merely can sit on my right side without weeping and crying. and not to speak about climbing up the stairs..
yeah i know whine whine whine whine.. but believe me it IS KILLING me.
anyways. friday night we went to this concert, balkan singer (bosnian-serbo-croatian) and it was so memorable cause i dreamt about seeing him live since i was like 6 years old. we danced and sang and danced and all.. fucking tiring in fact. and then the highlight of the nite was when we figured put that there were no fuckin trains going from woerden to utrecht until 6am (and then it was 3am) and we were sitting there at the station, the five of us, laughing our balkan asses off.. so we decide to give up and indulge for a luxurious way of transportation aka zee cab. hmmmm.. 60 euros. le whoa. oh well. thats life.
we got back home. and at 5am i was eating some bread and cheese with tamara. but thats nothing if you think of the weirdos who are playing computer games and eating as well at that time.
so. now.
where the fuck my BUTT pain comes from?!?
it is still unexplained and not quite identified. but it HURTS as hell.