somewhere between having a broom smushed into my face and throwing the spanish version of the directv information book at stevie's head, i crashed into jared's knee. god only knows why his knee was extended in that sort of awful direction. the awful direction that sent it right into my upper leg. this morning, at exactly 6:14 am, i was trying not to cry because it hurt so badly. and everytime it hurt, i cursed his name.

my leg is going to fall off. and when it does, i'm going to beat his head with it.

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