Current location:	The Ham Chamber
Current mood:	LEEMETHEFOOKALONE
Current music:	The mad yapping of the stunted puppy in my neighbor's microwave

Pins and needles

My mom greeted me with kisses and hugs. My brother greeted me with his new "manly" style of greeting. My dad hugged me for 5 minutes. My dogs AND chicken all jumped on me upon seeing me and loved me that way (except the chicken did it to try and eat my brain). Dear favorite LJ replier (xD) greeted me with a lovely two liner ending with X's and O's. Every greeting was great =) I loved the first two days here. But three's the charm =D We took my dad out to watch my brother and I play basketball, then watch National Treasure from Blockbusters. 10 seconds into playing Bball, I fell and my leg sounded with 4 different loudnesses of cracks, all in my kneecap. I now can only walk when my knee is slightly bent. I can't bend it more, I can't lock it. If I do, it goes numb and collapses and I fall, probably finishing off what happened in the first place. Let's hope it's nothing serious, because the pain sure is. A damn stupid black kid (who I could EASILY beat with one hand behind my back) boosted his pride by beating me at a match. He ran wide circles around me, cuz every time he came close, I snatched it. He won. His penis grew eight inches just then, I'm sure, because he cheered and laughed and brought his friend to laugh at me too. He tried to peg me too. I caught it and pegged him in the acorns. It made me giggle to see him writhing like that as I limped off. Then we went home to watch the movie and the DVD looked like the data was painted on by a fucking drunken moose, whose drawing hoof had the same problem as my leg does. It did not work. My dad left dissappointed and sleepy.

I live upstairs.

Yeah, my luck truly sucks today. And the best thing is, I DREAMED that this would happen in Spain and I TOLD everyone I did not want to play basketball and they made me. My dad NEEEEEEDED to see me school all those black kids. And didn't. Poor him.

Grrrrrrrrrr. Someone's out ta get me.

Imma try to call people tommorrow. Of course, I can not call Lila, because my mom's phone bill shows every number that calls, and both my mom and my brother can pick up the phone at any time. My mom will definitely not let up the fact that she thinks she was right with the damn jacket problem, even though the problem was ALL of Lila's, Marianna's, and mom's fault. I need my friend back and I don't care whose pride gets injured in the process. I want this problem fixed already >.> I'm sure you see where this is going. Email me about it if I have to expain or convince you further.

My mind and spirit are focused on healing my damn leg at the moment, and as ridiculous as this angryashell post makes it sound, my room is filled with positive energy to speed up the process. Yes, I'm probably talking jiberish to ya, but it's real to me. And Jason. Cross your fingers and hope my leg heals correctly and quickly, pweeeeez =) Thanx

~~Ben