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There are lots of things I don't like.
Vanilla ice cream.
Guys with really hairy backs.
Sweaty guys with really hairy backs.
Sweaty guys with really hairy backs and a mustache.
My high-school choir teacher (who happened to have a mustache).
Have you noticed my sentences getting longer? I did it on purpose so the words would make a pyramid.
But one thing that I kind of both hate and have a fear of is getting hurt in public. Gahhh I hate it. Like that time that you tripped on the stairs and everyone gasped and half reached (as if that might help your situation). And you look up from your fallen state and see everyone completely frozen and staring at you and you want to cry, not because you're that hurt but because you look like an idiot. Ahh I just despise that!
So this morning I was riding my bike. But mostly I wasn't really riding my bike, mostly I was dancing to my i-pod whilst sitting on my bike. And because I was so caught up in bike dancing (a very competitive yet elusive hobby of mine) my handle bars went all hobbly wobbly and I ate it HARD.
With my palms all rasberry-licious from being dragged on pavement and my knees throbbing...I slowly peeked my head up to see if anyone was around....feeling that throb in my throat at the ready in case I needed to shed a tear.
But alas I was alone!!!
And I have to admit, it was the most satisfying fall of my life thus far! (besides the fact that I tore up my very favorite pair of jeans, I'LL MISS YOU MY LOVES!). But seriously, other than that my i-pod music kept playing, not a soul saw it and I just popped up and went on my merry way. I would highly recommend falling all by your lonesome, it's much much less humiliating than you would think.
Not only that, but today I felt like a total BA (I mean bachelor of the arts of course) because I have scrapes and scuffs on my hands and all day I had this look on my face like, "Listen ese, you don't even want to know what I was up to this weekend....yeah that's how I got this wicked road rash!"
So yes, lets see what have we learned today? If you need to be your clumsy self, do it in the private of your own aloneness, oh and also, don't tell your husband that you still fall off of bikes. He'll just laugh at you.