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.

3 comments:

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.