Bruised September 21, 2006
You’re probably wondering what kind of grotesque thing you’re looking at… That’s just one of the bruises I suffered after the crank of my bike broke off and left me using the inertia meant for the pedal to hurtle myself into the asphalt. Since I fell to the right, I have no idea how this bruise ended up on my lower left leg, but then I can’t explain how I managed to hardly scratch anything on my upper body either.
The bike’s in the shop now. I can only hope we’ll learn to trust each other again once it’s back.
Category: personal
It’s Jesus!
I actually laughed out loud at that. :) Which prompted M. to come over and comment that it looked more like Mary holding the baby Jesus.
Wonder what my leg would bring in on Ebay…
I hope you can get yourself to the EuropePhotobloggers thing tomorrow night: I’m looking forward to meeting you both, and your prints look fabulous!
Eeeeuwwwwww.
no. it’s beavis being bitten in the face by a black cat.
“no. it’s beavis being bitten in the face by a black cat.”
…
I’m not seeing that.
facing left. blonde hair at top. cat (black shape) biting into the cheek/neck.
Could you not have shaved your legs first??
Why do we have to see ALL THAT HAIR????
And also, maybe it would help identify that tattoo you were secretly born with but now is only just showing up due to all the crazy bike weirdness?
Go on…
I dare ya!
I’m not a girl. I don’t shave my legs, you nutter.
Yeah, I get bruised pretty bad all the time, too. Most of the time it’s because of the school bullies. Gosh, the totally love throwing me down the stairs.