It is time I admit something. I have a problem. It has been something that I have carried with my entire life and had a hard time coming to terms with. Here it goes; I am accident-prone. There, I said it. Are you happy? Yeah, I know there are some people out there cheering right now. This admission been long time coming.
Now, let me clear some things up for you. Fortunately, the accidents are never that severe…umm…except for the tailbone/concrete floor/skating rink incident and the homecoming kneecap blow off ordeal of 1993. Other than that, it is just a lifetime full of random scratches, bruises, scraps, cuts and bumps. Now comes the bad part. I NEVER know where they came from. They just appear out of nowhere. I feel something that hurts, look down and see a giant (insert whatever injury that has occurred.) NO, I am NOT clumsy. There is a difference, I think. I can play sports decently, I have rhythm and I can fix things around the house. All of these things are hard to do if you are clumsy. So what is it? Well, here is my justification. It is better to bruise easily on the outside than on the inside, right? Hahaha. What a steaming pile of cheese that is. Hmm…but honestly, it is wonder that my parents did not get investigated when I was a child. I had 4 black eyes within a 2-year time span. Have any of you even had ONE? What kind of person has 4 black eyes? Oh, and one of them was caused by a bug. Lame.
All of this came from this random bruise I found last night. Where did it come from? I have no idea.
Who gets bruised on their torso?
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Another piece of random information for you:
Proof that I still remember how to cook after 4 months. Yes, I said 4 months.
you are TOTALLY clumsy.
I just wanted to clear that up.
Umm, yeah. You tripped over my cat and hurt your ankle for LIFE.:shock: