By some miraculous contrivance of Force, Angle and A-Million-To-One-Chance, I have managed to bang the top of my foot really really hard on my locker door.
Really really hard.
For once in my life, when I yell "MY FOOT!" I honestly literally am referring to that part of my anatomy. Of course, I didn't mean "Fuck my foot!" - it's more like "Fuck! My foot!". Suddenly, punctuation is very important.
Such excessive force on my foot has managed to compress my blood vessels to the extent that they have ruptured. They are now behaving like leaking pipes - gushing out liquid like no one's business. My epithelial cells, on the other hand, are pretty much unscathed, (looks like Shea Yuin's observation of my having 'thick skin' holds true! :P) so for now, I have a lovely purplish-blue flower blossoming on my right foot.
I would have been pleased with my new tattoo if it didn't hurt that much. Now, when I walk, it feels like someone had blardy planted a blardy mine underneath my blardy right foot.
*step*KAPOWW!*step*BOOM!*step*BAMM!*
Indeed, I am having fun complaining. It's so therapeutic, no?
I shall try my best to sleep the pain away :D
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