Monday, June 12, 2006

Ain't Got No Time FOr Shuckin' and JIvin'

Yes, it's me. Drunk blogging. And what do you know, I can still type a mean post. I fucked up my ankle tonight. Oh, that is not the half of it. Remember how when I was 17 I broke my ankle? I told you, I broke them both, and almost lost my foot. Well, I went to pride night at the brewery, and there was this ever so tiny little wet spot on the floor that found my flip flop, and BAM! Now I have an injury. Can I work tomorrow? I'm not sure. I went to Ed's to see if he wanted to talk to me about why we aren't friends. All the while, saying to myself, "This is a bad idea". By the grace of God he didn't answer his door. I think he must have recognized my knock. Then I decided to email Ken. But I didn't send it. I'm gonna' post you a picture, just so'z you know why I'm so troubled. That is enough. I hope I can go make money at my minimum wage job. I have taken one aleve (?) and one aspirin, and it's elevated and iced. I'm on top of it Rose.


Jen said...

Oh man, Carrie. That sucks! Hope your ankle is OK. Don't press the send button, chica. "Restraint of tongue and pen" and email. You can do it.
I love you, sweetie. Hang in there.

Carrie said...

Thanks. I need tha love.

Anonymous said...

Hang in there, Carrie. Pain sucks, as does missing people. I'm sorry you are feeling bad.