Monday, September 25, 2006

And I take maple syrup and put a little bit in my hair when I've had a rough week. What do you think holds it up, slick?

So I was wondering where the random bruises on my arm and hip came from, and then I simultaneously tripped over Phoebe and sideswiped the doorjam and I remembered that, oh yeah, I'm a fucking klutz. I run into things. I fall down a lot. I hit myself in the head with golf balls. And I don't think I'm alone in this (except maybe the golf ball thing).

I was going to start a club, but I think there already is one, and anyway, I think if we all got together in one place the building might collapse. So, you know, enter at your own risk.

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