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hellisonDear Ankle
You have had 15 months now. I understand being broken then screwed back together was a traumatic and upsetting experience, but I feel, and I say this in your - indeed OUR - best interests, that it is high time you GOT THE FUCK OVER IT and started actually working properly. Or indeed at all.
I don't think it is unreasonable to expect you to cope with walking the entire kilometre [1] from the train station to work AND back again. In fact, if you manage the getting there, the getting back is kind of essential.
True, this time you managed without the stabbing-pains-with-every-step you treated me to last time I attempted this foolhardy trek, however the gain there is somewhat negated by the fact that after getting home and sitting down for half an hour I have to USE THE FUCKING CRUTCH to get to the kitchen from the sofa. To find the Codine (looooovely codine). AND STILL YOU ACHE.
Stupid fucking leg. If it wasn't for the codine, you'd be for the chop.
No love,
me
If anyone wants me, I'll be sulking on the sofa, alternately staring blankly into space (yay codine!) and reading yet MORE Twilight wank . Probably just as well I didn't buy a weekly ticket.
[1] i measured it on google maps ;p
You have had 15 months now. I understand being broken then screwed back together was a traumatic and upsetting experience, but I feel, and I say this in your - indeed OUR - best interests, that it is high time you GOT THE FUCK OVER IT and started actually working properly. Or indeed at all.
I don't think it is unreasonable to expect you to cope with walking the entire kilometre [1] from the train station to work AND back again. In fact, if you manage the getting there, the getting back is kind of essential.
True, this time you managed without the stabbing-pains-with-every-step you treated me to last time I attempted this foolhardy trek, however the gain there is somewhat negated by the fact that after getting home and sitting down for half an hour I have to USE THE FUCKING CRUTCH to get to the kitchen from the sofa. To find the Codine (looooovely codine). AND STILL YOU ACHE.
Stupid fucking leg. If it wasn't for the codine, you'd be for the chop.
No love,
me
If anyone wants me, I'll be sulking on the sofa, alternately staring blankly into space (yay codine!) and reading yet MORE Twilight wank . Probably just as well I didn't buy a weekly ticket.
[1] i measured it on google maps ;p
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Date: 2008-09-08 08:52 pm (UTC)HOw is SS? I always feel vaguely bad for moaning about my leg when she is CAGED. Has she escaped the CAGE yet?
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Date: 2008-09-08 08:54 pm (UTC)(she's ok though! on good form as long as she can get out the house and commune with other humans from time to time)
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Date: 2008-09-08 09:06 pm (UTC)