Saturday, August 19, 2006

something about my toes there really is somethign about my toes that I don't understand why I hurt them. Why do big full suitcases, barely making the 50 lb max requirement on planes, land on my foot? or better yet, my toe? I don't know. But there is somethign about my toes that they just ask for it. My poor big toe has again been hurt. the toenail has been torn off and I believe reattached for now. it hurts like a mofo. but who can I blame but myself and my stupid overfull suitcase

Friday, August 18, 2006

something about my toes

there really is somethign about my toes that I don't understand why I hurt them. Why do big full suitcases, barely making the 50 lb max requirement on planes, land on my foot? or better yet, my toe? I don't know. But there is somethign about my toes that they just ask for it.

My poor big toe has again been hurt. the toenail has been torn off and I believe reattached for now. it hurts like a mofo. but who can I blame but myself and my stupid overfull suitcase.

Because dearest friend Katelyn, I don't want to acknowledge you are leaving. see. it works. I forget you leave and then everytime I go back the Birds nest I look for you. and wish for you to be there in the window again. Like you never left. don't leave me.