Rawr.
I'm sore. I just got back from soccer tryouts.
No, no results yet. I'm not getting my hopes up.
MOTHERFUCK. My shoulders hurt, which doesn't make any sense at all.
It should be legs that hurt. NOT my shoulders.
But, I almost got a cramp on my right calf.
Last time that happened I was rolling around the football field screaming bloody murder.
It went kinda like
"*roll around
FUCK! MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!HOLY CRAP SOMEONE FUCKING DO SOMETHING! FUCKINGSHIIIT! MOTHERFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
*rolls around some more"
And then, the football lights went out, coach was about to lock up the gate and the three people I was running with handled me like a cripple.
It was fun.
Skippy's beau asked told her he was crazy about her and wants her to be his princess.
Goodness gracious, what is she to do?!
stressing out about what I hope will be nothing very soon,
ina
