Owowowow I just cut myself trying to make dinner. :( The pain drove me insane almost; for a while I thought it was stigmata rather than a cut from the knife. It's okay though, dinner is in the oven. Now to stop the bleeding. :mad2:
Injuries, go.
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Owowowow I just cut myself trying to make dinner. :( The pain drove me insane almost; for a while I thought it was stigmata rather than a cut from the knife. It's okay though, dinner is in the oven. Now to stop the bleeding. :mad2:
Injuries, go.
You can't tell me what to do >=[
Injuries r 4 teh week.
My friend cut the side of my wrist with his knife which he refused not to bring to school every day. >:[ It hurt. And bled.
Oh, but yes she can.
I was taking my bike outta the garage and just jumped on it riding with only my right foot on the right pedal. I was balanced, so I fell and got two huge scabs, or atleast I think they're scabs, I can't think of what word it I wanna use. Well, they are small now that I kept ripping them, oh it was painful, but I took it like the lil' man I am.......
I kicked a wall accidentally. daaaaaaaang it hurt.
(knock on wood, etc.)
I would type "I've never really been injured before" but due to the family curse, I don't think I will.
The last time I got hurt was when I was practicing baseball stuff with my little brother. He's not always the most accurate pitcher and I'm not a very good catcher.
Pain ensued.
tell me more about this curse.
[edit- daaaaaaaamn jussie I didn't think you were into that kind of thing. I think you should be sporting my sig, not me. hahaha, not a good catcher hehehehehehe]
Momiji doing baseball stuff with his little brother sounds so cute http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i2...rWeaver/p3.jpg I want to see it.
I can't remember the last time I got hurt. I don't do anything dangerous.
That's an awesome slogan.
Lightning rods to cruel irony since 1189 AD.
I'm not into baseball stuff at all; in fact I can't stand sitting through three games a week.
But, we're at our mom's house, and her shoulder is messed up and our stepdad was at work, and he needed at least someone to practice with. If we were at dad's house, he'd be practicing with him, but since I was the only option, I did what I had to.
I got hit on the wrist, on the leg, and once on both feet somehow.
After that, I threw my mitt aside and just told him to throw grounders at me so I could just pick them up. It isn't me who needs or wants the practice, after all. xD
Wait, those are baseball terms? Then why did that old guy behind the 7-Eleven...
My new suede shoes are just darling, but one of them is too small because one foot is slightly bigger than the other, and caused all sorts of terrible cuts to my feet. ;;