I started physical therapy this past week. It is pretty humiliating as it involves having a total stranger massage my tailbone with ice. Even more horrifying, the first time I went there I had no idea what was going to take place. If I had known that the ice cube was going to melt into my underwear I would have brought a spare pair. No such luck.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
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