they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Saturday, March 31, 2007


i woke up, tied my running shoes, put on some dryfit, blasted some iTunes and set out for a 7.2 mile run. (maybe not exactly in that order.) but anyway, it was a good run, except for the nagging pain i felt the entire time. where was this pain, you might ask? the arch of my right foot is where. it hurts because a blister the size of montana currently resides there. it moved in last weekend. i think it's gotten to like its new pad.

but, i don't like annoying neighbors.

so, when i got home, i operated. and i punctured that stupid thing with a needle (sterilized, of course.) it began to burst. it squirted 17 times. blood. fluid. water. sweat, maybe. and each time it erupted, it was warm - hot bathwater warm. and it felt good to release the nastiness. so, i didn't mind that blood got all over my white towel and my hand and other places. (okay, i sort of minded that it got on the white towel.)

when i was done with surgery, i slathered it in antibiotic ointment and protected it with a bandage the size of texas. and now, i'm limping around like a rock star. being awesome. and hardcore. and, it hurts like hell.

that's all i've got.


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