Is there even one out there?

haha playing with fire? i wanna hear the story....

No, not playing with fire. A coffee pot, one of the big metal 30 gallon ones, it fell. I was right near it, so I got the metal and coffee to touch my arm. Hence, second degree burn.

Yeah, i know. Boringf.

that storie was alot more awesome-er in my head.

But what are you doing with a 30 gallon coffee pot????

Working at a fish fry.

Well, on my other arm, I have a chemical burn the size of an oreo, and a sacr running up it. I fthat sounds more interesting.

DUDE!

Yes? What? Its not realy a big deal. I'm always getting hurt one way or another. Besides, its mostly because a test tube exploded over a flame. Shard of glass cut my arm from wrist to elbow, and the chemical got on my arm. My chem teacher is a qualified nurse and or doctor, so it was all good.

agh!
your like my new favorite hero!
thirty gallons of coffee?
chemicals?
qualifications?
your owies sound soooo much more interesting than mine.

seriously.
all your injuries are much more awesome than mine too.
except the time i couldn't find my door and bashed my head into the celing.
that was hillarious.

What kinda chemical was it?

hi. i'm back. love the picture tori.

and i agree. i wish my booboos were so interesting. except the time i tripped over a crack in the driveway and busted my head. . . that hurt.

and how did you hit your head on the ceiling? how tall are you? =]

thanks,
she's like five foot bajillion.
yea.
i got a cut the other day in math.
by the stupid table!
so now it looks like attempted to slit my wrist,
but i had a seizure and missed completely.

They all sound cool. Or atlaesat interesting. I could think of some more injuries, but I douibt those two are the most recent.

okay. several things.
You have a coffee table tori?
I am five-foot-nine, thank you.
my celing is slanted. my room is in the attic.
and Donna, don't bust your head for goodness sakes! you brains could fall out!!!
haha. we all injure ourselves much more often than nessasary.

yeah, that is true. my prblem is I seem to walk into it. just out of the blue, I get hurt. I could walk downthe street and a hammer would fall on me. I'm accidnet prone, I guess, but it is all somehow related to something I did. I know it has to be.

I don't believe in karma, just vigilante justice when needed.

And you do have tendnecy to put yourself in accidents Anthony.

i am NOT five foot bajillion! i am six foot (bajillion)

and oooohhhh hitting your head makes sense now. . .

and i think my brain is far too big too fall out a whole.

BUT when i was four i tripped over a crack in the driveway and busted my head. seven stitches. six kicks to the doctor. one screaming child. five stitches falling out. itty bitty wrinkly area on my forehead now.

That's what that is!?


And your not six billion. Your 6 zextillion. (actually number.)

um, yeah . . . you could have just asked you know. =)

okay. i'm six foot zextillion

wow. seriously?? not the zextillion part, but the six foot part?

yea.
she's uberly tall.
it's funny to watch her talk to mike.
and hug him.
ooooh!
good times..
well..
acutally sucky times.
they were good.
till someone got all mad at me.
meeting donna was pretty tight though.

I'm stil trying to figure out if that was an insult or compliment.

hmmm?

yeah, and then MIKE PICKED ME UP which sucked majorly

and yah, it was tight. . .

except for the mayla part of it all.

dude,
what's her fuckin deal?
she's all like,
*does this odd imitation of what she looked like at that tournament thingy*
all i ever heard her do was,
bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch,
whine whine whine whine whine,
moan moan moan moan moan,
and such.
it got kind of annoying.
jus stating what i saw.

haha. wow tori. i kinda actually followed that.

who is this person?

you forgot. . .

glare glare glare glare glare glare glare


but that's okay.

she WAS my best friend. and now she thinks every guy and girl is absolutely in love with her. nobody is.