Tag: Klutz

  • No! Noo! Nooo! Noooo!

    Try to pick which of the following dumb-ass moves I made in the past twenty-four hours: 1. In looking for a beloved earring, I managed to smash it underneath my shoe. Even over my own sobbing, I was able to hear my grandmother’s shrieks of horror from the afterlife. 2. While clearing space on the […]

  • 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 […]

  • Losin’ It

    So, it’s official. I’ve lost my mind. It’s been a pretty stressful couple of weeks around here, and things are about to get pretty hectic, so my mind has been in many places at once. It also happens to be a time when every event that we’ve been saving up to see is now occurring. […]

  • Boxed In.

    clutter in the dark may be more dangerous than it appears. My apartment is now both disgusting and dangerous. Last night, on my routine trip through the dark to my side of the bed, I forgot I had put boxes and crates in the way, tripped on them, flipped them over, flipped myself over, jacked […]

  • So Sexy When She Falls

    i just need to find someone with a bruise fetish I am really a klutz. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but I probably don’t talk about it all the time. But sometimes it just gets out of control and I’m just this jerky-freak girl who’s knocking everything over.