Holy moly, yo. I had no idea of the rate at which I spit out cuss words. Apologies! Maybe I should, um, calm down on that. Also, I’m just one mumbling, rollercoaster-voiced mess in this thing. If anyone needs me to type up a transcript (because my one reader cares this much), just let me know. Here are some CliffsNotes of what the fargle bargle I said:
Rollercoasters are scary and make me lose my voice. Something something, I’m going to Georgia this Friday and Tennessee this weekend and then back to Georgia for next week with Janaí-Chanelle. Chicago and Lollapalooza and licking the Second City building with my gross, dry tongue. Funemployment, school, eep! Pizza and a chocolate milkshake. The end.
ok ok ok ok i had it last time but i forgot to mention it in the last post. even w/o the rollercoaster voice you remind me of zooey.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFIuZpYLgmk
MARRY ME!
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[...] else, but holy moly. The trip isn’t even very long; like I said in my horribly cusstastic video blog from the other day (seriously, can I apologize some more for my fucking mouth, or what?), I’ll be heading on [...]
When I was in school, I got a blood test by the on-campus facility. They took my blood and left a bruise on my arm that grew to the size of an apple or bigger. I feel ya.
Oh my gosh! Luckily, I’ve only had to give blood once, and the lady was the nicest person ever about it. I don’t know what I would do if what happened to you, happened to me. Probably cry a whole lot.
Ha – I must have totally misheard that then! I thought you had said the last time you got a shot you had a huge bruise from it. I’m unfortunate in that none of my veins are close to my skin, even as a skin. I remember when I was in 5th grade, they had to stick me like 7 times to find a vein once. I hated it, but at the same time, I got really used to having it done. It wasn’t until that time in college that I was brutally stabbed, lol. I was teaching at the time, too, and I didn’t know if people would think of me.
Oh, no! You heard right! It was just a shot, though, like, in the top of my arm. I didn’t have to give blood, or anything. The last time I had a shot was definitely horrible. The lady jabbed my arm so hard, didn’t even warn me it was happening. I was bruised for weeks. I only had to give blood once, but I felt so weird walking around with that needle mark! My skin is so see-through, that you could see the needle-prick from miles away.
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