|[||mood|||||no more feet!||]|
|[||music|||||Rilo Kiley-It's A hit||]|
I do not like feet. I don't like your feet. I don't like my own feet. Feet just . . .I dunno, turn me off? One time there was this cute guy in the eighth grade and he completely ruined it by running around on the black top in his bare feet. I don't mind bare feet on the beach, or at home, or lots of appropriate places, but the blacktop? God knows what's on that asphalt.
Anyway, I have never had my own foot felt up so much in my entire life. My mother looked at it, as did the nurse, and the doctor, and the radiologist, and even Lynne. Blah. I felt so bad for inflicting my feet upon them. I mean they're clean, but they're still feet. Anway, the outcome out of all of this feet-feeling-up was to figure out that I have a minor bone fragment off my heel, and that it is actually not much of problem. Hopefully I will be able to play in my soccer game on sunday.
to whom it may concern . . .my brother left me this absolutely hilarious message on my phone, so I'm off to retrieve it a second time.