4 weeks to go
And what I thought would be a new cast on my arm today, is more like something I'm familiar with.
Does that make sense?
Probably not.
I need breathing techniques to calm the idea of 4 more weeks with this hard cast of vulgarities and too many hearts too count.
If I ever get a cast again, I won't allow:
- Dicks (or anything that is dick-like.)(Which I guess also includes vaginas, but those are really hard to draw anyways. Lol)
- Hearts and even stars. (Shit makes me feel so gay.)(Srry ladies, it just doesn't look right, but I still appreciate them.)
- Any colors that aren't black. (No one is so important that they get to have their own color that boldly sticks out.)
- And the words "suck it" so close to my hand. (Closer to the elbow next time, Ben. Haha)
But I persuade more:
- Odd random drawings and doodles. (A temporary tatted sleeve, in theory. Lol)
Sigh.
I can't wait to just get a wrist brace.
Countdown to 9/4/09...
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