Tag: Bruise

  • Go, Meteorfights!

    Go, Meteorfights!

    “Yikes, Holla. That’s a bruise.” “Yeah, I know.” “Have you taken a picture of it yet?” “No.” “You need to. And put it on the Internet and tell people to come to the bout.” “Okay.” Right now I’m staring at my uniform which is hanging from the doorway to my kitchen. My gear is by […]

  • Called Out (or: soup and Vicodin for breakfast)

    I am hurting. Hurting, people. My body is bruised and contused. I am kind of a hot mess, and I think I have about ten minutes before this Vicodin kicks in proper, so let me try and get these stories out. Our little rookie game needs ticket sales. It’s a cheap game, it’s all ages, […]

  • This is how I roll.

    This is how I roll.

    For almost four months now, I’ve been living a bit of a double life. It was a secret at first, mostly because I didn’t want to talk about it, I wanted to just do it. Plus, a lot of people weren’t going to understand. They were going to judge me. Not that I care about […]

  • see?

    see?

    It wasn’t a hallucination. It just feels like it was. Almost two weeks after the marathon, I’m now sort of completely healed. The nasty blister on my foot has been drained of blood, so it looks sad instead of angry. There’s still a bruise on one of my toenails, which I didn’t know about until […]

  • jacked.

    I’m covered in bruises. Not little tiny ones, but the kind where people grab my wrist and go, “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” It started with just a couple, but now there’s a rather large one on the inside of my left elbow that’s getting uglier every day, and one on top of […]

  • this is kinda about my upper body, but really i can’t find a pithy title. bear with me.

    The other day I learned about two words I didn’t know could go together. Cashmere. Hoodie.

  • my shortcomings

    I’m in the middle of cooking dinner, and by that I mean I’ve put water in a pot and I’m waiting for it to boil, which means I have a few minutes for an entry. It means I have just enough time to talk about the weird things going on with my own body, because… […]

  • Beastie Boys: Check Your Head

    Song: “So Whatcha Want” We were recapping the VMA’s for TWoP last night, at a certain point, probably in the middle of hearing a Ying Yang Twin shout “Haaaang” or when I’d heard the millionth whistle as a way to keep a beat, I just… I just lost it. I got so sad for music, […]