I’ve been tagged by this thing known as blogtag, by this person known as Eliza Skinner. Now I had to do a google search to figure out what the hell this thing called blog tag actually is.Surprise, its the same thing as posting those stupid fill in the blank survey questions that can be found circulating by almost every college kid on myspace. BUT regardless, of said stupidity I will bite Skinner, because you’re pretty but thats it! No more pretty favors this month.

The subject: 3 things learned the hard way.

1.) That wrapping your legs around a handicap railing and letting go will end with stitches in your head.

I was in 3rd grade. I was bored. I was scared of the jungle gym and wanted to have the safety of my hands touching the ground, if I needed to,while hanging upside down. So I climbed on top and got my legs into position. ( but those dirty thoughts away).I ,of course, didn’t think about what would happen after I let go, I wanted to get it over with and so I just did it.

I cracked my head on the cement lip and had 12 stitches in my head. I walked bleeding all the way to the nurses office, leaving a trail of blood in my wake.

handicap railings

2. Never make excuses for boys who used to be Drug Dealers.

I was just out of college. I was freaked out about being a adult. I started dating this guy at the office where I worked( He’s nice I swear!). Everyone thought it was a bad idea, including his friends( He makes me feel special.). He set my hair on fire on our first date.(That’s adorable! I mean of course I’m going to date someone who sets my hair on fire.) He broke my heart into a bunch of tiny pieces when HE broke up with ME.( He just didn’t realize how much I loved him) I cried for a month. ( I never told him how much I cared for him!) I found out while I was half way across the world that he also gave me an STD. ( Basically a scum bag.)

3. Always patch holes properly.

I had a pair of jeans that had a hole in the crotch. I patched it with a glue gun. It came undone when I was in the middle of moving a couch. The patch fell on the ground. The guy I was moving it with said ” I think you just lost something.” That guy was my roommates father. He turned beet red, and couldn’t talk to me or look at me for quite sometime.

I’m tagging

Stephan Rader

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