My shoulder's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
1. it feels like shit
2. it's legit
3. and I don't get it
Okay, sorry for that tumultuously weak parody of I Love My Chick by Busta Rhymes (featuring will.i.am and Kelis). But yeah, my shoulder is behaving very badly and I think it was a snowboardingsledding injury. What is snowboardingsledding? That's when I ride my sled like a snowboard like an ass. Okay, please read that sentence correctly.
See that's my chick
that's my chick
that's my chick
and she can get it
Yes, I would've invited you all to sled here but the rain kind of fell and you were all drinking champagne. And I was watching Fergie. God, she's marvelous. Did she perform Fergalicious last night? If only I could've seen it.
I've figured one thing out, though, over the course of Fall-into-Winter 2006. When we get traumatized, whether it be in the slightest or in the most, we tend to create a fantasy world for ourselves. This fantasy world lasts for as long as it takes to recover from this trauma. I learned this only partially from personal experience, and much more so from other people's experience and from my new favorite writer, Haruki Murakami.
He's a really good writer. I highly recommend reading anything by him.
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