I'm not exactly the most graceful gal. I often have my legs covered in bruises, scratches, and cuts from walking into tables, shrubbery, and whatnot. I have to change my shirts a lot of the time due to dripping toothpaste on them while brushing my teeth. I trip while walking enough that I hardly pay it any attention anymore. I've fallen "up" stairs more times than I'd like to admit.
Last week, I was at a guy's house. As Alyssa once put so eloquently, we were partaking in a certain activity. I was sitting on the floor, and when we were done, I got up to find that my foot had fallen asleep. No, that's a little incorrect. My left foot was so numb I couldn't tell that anything was wrong until I tried walking to the bathroom and saw my foot dragging behind me. I figured if I just ran, it would be easier to get there, yelling "I SWEAR I'M NOT RETARDED, IT'S JUST THAT MY FOOT'S ASLEEP!" as I tripped and fell into the bathroom.
THIS IS DEFINITELY WHY I'M SINGLE
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