but it's not, because i don't make them.
it could be about my lovely christmas, since i haven't been around much since then.
but it's not...because one of my gifts turned on me.
my mom knows how cold i get, and how i love to be cozy....so she lovingly got me a pair of fuzzy socks that come all the way up to my knees. they are grey and squishy and cozy and i love them.
but yesterday....our relationship too a rocky turn.
because socks, plus this
don't think i didn't contemplate trying to get a non-scandelous picture just so you could see how HORRID it looks...but then i figured no one really needed to see my humps on the internet. especially not in that condition.
it's like the universe said "welcome to the new year hales...you're still REALLY FREAKING CLUMSY".
at least i can still blog with a battered bum.
4 comments:
i did that shit too mopping wooden stairs. but i actually put my ass up on the net. true story. hope you heal soon!
You poor thing!!! At least you didn't do it in a house full of people, at a new years party, like I did my senior year in college. Coolness FAIL.
i'm still fucking clumsy too hayley so we can be two bruised bums in a bum pod. i don't even know what that means but you get the gist.
You are not alone. I can't tell you how many times I've busted it on both hardwood and carpeted stairs, and THAT, my friend, takes a special kind of grace.
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