Story Time

I don't know what to write. I am finally getting back ko this page on 9-17-00. Damn! I really got behind, huh?!

Please accept my apology: (this is only for my loyal readers)

Dear Readers,

I would like to apologize for being a lazy bitch. I think I need to have some feedback every once and awhile, so please tell me what a dumbass I have been for leaving you out in the dark.

I hope you can accept my pathetic apology. I've been busy. But I suppose you have heard that excuse too much already, so I'm gonna come up with a very FUCKING original excuse:

Two days ago, while I was mall-walking to class, trying to get there in time, I noticed that my left clavicle was turning green.

I rushed the nearest bathroom to find that I had a little chipmunk follow me in the building. He looked up at me and said that he could help my collarbone, because he was part dog so he knew all about collars. I let him crawl up my body so he could examine the oddity. I couldn't believe what good fortune I was having.

He sniffed and prodded and scratched away, but that just made it tickle, so I started giggling. My laughter was so up-roarious (is that a word??) that I shook the poor fellow right off my shoulder.

I looked down at the tiny heap on the floor. He was not breathing. I threw my body to the ground, breaking my jaw upon impact. There we lay, a bloodied broken mess, and no one to save us.

I tried to get up, but was too weak from the loss of blood pouring from my face. I couldn't even keep my eyes open.

Then I woke up in a hospital. They told me the day was September 16th. I didn't even remember what happened until someone said my jaw looked pretty shitty being wired shut and all.

You may have sympathy for me, but I don't need it because I've finally caught up on sleep and I'm ready to go. Too bad I can't get out of this hospital bed!

Carisa

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