May 2012
64 posts
- Mom: Why are they using ugly girls in commercials these days?
- Joss: Oh but beauty is in the eye of the beho-
- Mom: I GOT *TWO* EYES. She's ugly.
- gatsby: hey i just met you
- gatsby: and this is crazy
- gatsby: but i'm going to spend most of my life and wealth in an attempt to pursue you for your stunning vapidness and the warped image of yourself created in my mind as a precursor to my eventual fall
- gatsby: so call me maybe
Man, I love it when the professional advice on an issue is “Oh, well in THAT case, you can just whack it with a hammer!”, and it WORKS.
cherrylimeade replied to your post: The Memorial Day To Do List:
I’m so ridiculously excited for this weekend!
I’m working really hard to make everything work as smoothly as possible. Let’s hope I don’t die before the weekend even starts.
It is going to be GREAT! You will be great and we will be great and it will be GREAT!!!
Schmerg The Impaler's Secret Laboratory: Reblog this post... tell us how you got your scars. →
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The earliest I know of is just above my right eyebrow. I was hugging my sister’s dog when I was about four years old, and I wouldn’t let go. Dog understandably got pissed off, whipped his head around, and rammed me in the forehead with his teeth. Had to get about a million stitches and I’m not sure I had any anesthetic - I remember they laid a blue cloth over my eyes so I wouldn’t see what was happening and freak out, but I kept knocking it off, and the feeling of getting prickled over and over. Had a bump the size of a golf ball covered in what I remember as duct tape. Now it’s just a little pinched line, nothing major.
There’s a now-nearly-invisible brown smudge near my left elbow from a bad marley burn in stage combat class.
I have a couple of tiny ones on and about my stomach from when I had my appendix out.
Then there’s a little scar just below my right knee where I scraped it on a rock swimming in a creek in Virginia with a bunch of friends.
I also have one right at the base of my left pinkie nail and I got it at about 8am on March 23rd, 1999. I know this because it was the day of my 3rd grade class play, and we had a little song about it at the end of the year. I slammed my finger in the door in my excitement to get to school for the show, and I swear I could not keep a bandaid on it for more than an hour. It just. Kept. Bleeding. Like ALL day. It’s just a little white smudge now, but I remember the event so clearly, and I cried like a MANIAC. Slammed my damn pinkie in the door, man…
I feel like the host of Sweet Genius sneaks up behind people and sings “A World of Pure Imagination” right in their ear, in an unsettling quiet voice.
