Happy 20th Post-iversary everyone! I never thought we’d make it, but I guess we showed everyone that the love between a blog and its invisible audience can outlast anything. So to celebrate, I got you a little something. I know, I know we said no gifts, but you’re special. So, here you go.
(It’s a post.)
Do you like it? I couldn’t decide between this and a stuffed bear holding a heart, but the bear looked too much like one my ex gave me once, so I went with the post.
Moving on.
So I went to the doctor’s today. The nurse was very sweet, and I was wowed by her ability to hold an entire conversation while I had a thermometer in my mouth. The doctor was also very nice; her braces surprised me a little, but hey, I watch Scrubs. She looked at my curling iron burn and said, “Yup, that’s infected.” Then they bandaged me up, invited me to to pick a prescription from the jar on the counter, and sent me on my way. It should heal up nicely. And in the meantime, I get to sport this badass bandage.
Seriously, I’m gonna bust a cup in your ass.
Cap, whatever.
And your story can now be that you were cornered by a knife wielding assailant in a dark alley and incidentally took a minor cut to the throat just before you round house kicked him in the face and dropped his ass like sixth period geometry.
You missed when the doctor asked me if anyone was hurting me. Yeah, because Kyle’s going to get the chance to place a perfectly round burn on my neck before receiving my foot into his face.