There's a knitting needle in my nose hole...
I swear to God. It's a bendy one, too, 'cause it's up my nose and bends down to the roof of my mouth and back of my throat. I think it's a bastard cousin to that 'magic' Kennedy bullet, or something.
Christ. Swallowing anything except hot tea or coffee (like spit, you perv's) hurts and God forbid I sneeze. Usually, I do those little inward *snerk* sneezes. Well, I did my last one of THOSE for about a week a little while ago. It felt like I had taken a razor to the left inside of my face, so now I hafta do big old *whoosh* sneezes....or die.
The good news is I heard from Jack, he of the "Drag Queeen" legend. I actually got to IM with him for a while today. That was way cool. I haven't talked to him in a while. He emails me, asking "You still out there somewhere?" I emailed back and said "Right here, Sweetie" and gave him about 8 ways to get hold of me and he did. Popped up on AIM. We talked a little about that 'incident'...lol. I can't even think about it without giggling...It was totally my choice to do what I did. I did it so he wouldn't have to wind up dumping his Harley. I knew I'd survive...I wasn't so sure about the paint job on the bike. Besides, who needed to give him shit to have to fix? His bike being dented or scratched up woulda been a bitch. My leather and the fact we were going so slow saved me.
I was fine...really, Jack...I was. You do not need to still feel bad about that. I laugh about it, just like I did the day it happened. I chose to let go. I guess I just shoulda explained that to my boot.
Aw maaaan. My neighbor just started HIS Harley. He owns several. He's also a pain right in my ass and no, I'd never ride behind him. I haven't ridden behind anyone since Jack.
Probably won't either, unless Eric buys one. (I don't see that happenin', though...Horses, yeah. Harleys? Nah....)
Jesus Frig, he's making me crazy with that loping idle....I can remember waiting for Jack to come get me, hearing him when he was still a quarter mile away...having that roaring beast be waiting for ME of all people...climbing on and away we'd go. God....
Makes me wish I was Rusty Dennis....
Honestly.
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Heehee.
I hope the knitting needle goes away on its own very soon. Have you considered something over-the-counter? Like a shot of Nyquil followed by a shot of scotch, taken near the bed where you will be falling immediately afterwards?
Posted by: snowball at April 08, 2004 04:22 PM (u3M6e)
Posted by: always yours at April 08, 2004 06:51 PM (e87vr)
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