~BrightestStar~
Blue Crack Supplier
It's true. The simplest answer tends to the the right one.
Your sig is a total win.
It's true. The simplest answer tends to the the right one.
Oh, Ax, I was going to say (then got distracted) that the only reason I know The Living End is cause they're on Billie Joe of Green Day's record label. can't say I cared for the snippets I heard much on their site.Farewell, those who are departing.
Oh, Ax, I was going to say (then got distracted) that the only reason I know The Living End is cause they're on Billie Joe of Green Day's record label. can't say I cared for the snippets I heard much on their site.
Im in a thread with Axver
Duuuuude
You should probably run very fast in the opposite direction.
He does. But only hard enough to draw blood.You can't see, but I'm shakin in my boots...
I hear you bite!
He does. But only hard enough to draw blood.
Speaking of blood, my stupid balloon injury is bleeding now. Joy.
He does. But only hard enough to draw blood.
Speaking of blood, my stupid balloon injury is bleeding now. Joy.
I had to blow up balloons for 3 hours straight Saturday afternoon for my mum's stupid work party. After the 200th balloon the skin on the back of my left index finger gave up the ghost and started rubbing off. The entire back of my finger between my first and second knuckle is gone, I can almost see muscle. It hurts like a bastard and everytime I put antibacterial stuff on it, it stings like there's something in there to kill. Hurts to move, hurts in the open air, band-aid is driving me up the wall. But yeah. Never bled before now, though.Only blood?
Pft.
Bring it, bitches.
Aaaaaand, I'm sorry, your what? This is creating very disturbing visuals for me at the moment.
Explain and I shall perhaps offer more sympathy.
I stopped tying balloons after 200, but I kept tying strings and helping make mini-bouquets. But yeah. It was at an amusement park and after the balloons were done, we went on a water ride to cool off. A dirty, stinky waterr ride. and I didn't have a band-aid. So that's probably where the crap inside of it came from. I just want it to heal already.Ewwwww
I almost think that's worse than the visuals I had.
On the bright side, if there is something in there to kill as you say, bleeding is beneficial, helps to clear shit out.
Also, please tell me you stopped after the 200th balloon. Poor thing.
I had to blow up balloons for 3 hours straight Saturday afternoon for my mum's stupid work party. After the 200th balloon the skin on the back of my left index finger gave up the ghost and started rubbing off. The entire back of my finger between my first and second knuckle is gone, I can almost see muscle. It hurts like a bastard and everytime I put antibacterial stuff on it, it stings like there's something in there to kill. Hurts to move, hurts in the open air, band-aid is driving me up the wall. But yeah. Never bled before now, though.
I stopped tying balloons after 200, but I kept tying strings and helping make mini-bouquets. But yeah. It was at an amusement park and after the balloons were done, we went on a water ride to cool off. A dirty, stinky waterr ride. and I didn't have a band-aid. So that's probably where the crap inside of it came from. I just want it to heal already.
I was afraid of my mother killing me for not helping. She was in full bitchMode on Saturday.Once my finger is skinless, I would decline all further work. And go chillax. You're dedication to the balloon cause is either admirable or foolish.
I imagine Darwin would have something to say about this.
No matter, I hope it heels up soon.
I was afraid of my mother killing me for not helping. She was in full bitchMode on Saturday.
I think I'm little bit deafer from all the balloons popping in my face.
Ax, I'm glad to see I survived this perilous encounter with you. Not a train, set list or bite mark to be seen. A miracle I imagine.
Thanks, Bri!
Hey, where did Ax get off to? Probably AIM with Serena...
I got 15d!! I lose a purity point
Howdy Bald Knobs
My External Hard Drive just died....and as did 90% of my music collection.