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sabotabbyI managed to sprain my ankle. Again. It's the same ankle and I sprained it by doing the same thing: walking down the street. It's not as bad as last time, but this time it was even more humiliating because it happened in the company of my mum, who was shortly joined by a cousin who OMG never runs into her and hey, let's catch up on things while ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
missnegativity is collapsed on the sidewalk in a great deal of pain.
I thought that was kind of exciting, anyway, but when I hooked up with Sara last night, it turned out she had an even better injury story. She'd been leaving the James Joyce (a few blocks away from where I live) and managed to wind up in the middle of a 20-guy fight. One of the guys punched her in the head before someone pulled her to safety. She's okay, no concussion, just a little shaken up. Meanwhile, I'm trying to imagine what a massive fight on Bloor St. must look like -- it's not exactly a violent area of town. Wow. We had a good night despite our respective bruises and met a guy with four nipples.
In another note of LJ-continuity, remember this Gaybortion!? Well, the move went fine, and my friends love the neighbourhood. Apparently they have a splendid view of the city. The other day, that view included another guy jumping off the building next to theirs.
He did not, however, land on an ice-cream truck.
Yes, I asked.
missnegativity is collapsed on the sidewalk in a great deal of pain.I thought that was kind of exciting, anyway, but when I hooked up with Sara last night, it turned out she had an even better injury story. She'd been leaving the James Joyce (a few blocks away from where I live) and managed to wind up in the middle of a 20-guy fight. One of the guys punched her in the head before someone pulled her to safety. She's okay, no concussion, just a little shaken up. Meanwhile, I'm trying to imagine what a massive fight on Bloor St. must look like -- it's not exactly a violent area of town. Wow. We had a good night despite our respective bruises and met a guy with four nipples.
In another note of LJ-continuity, remember this Gaybortion!? Well, the move went fine, and my friends love the neighbourhood. Apparently they have a splendid view of the city. The other day, that view included another guy jumping off the building next to theirs.
He did not, however, land on an ice-cream truck.
Yes, I asked.
