My cunt is built like a wound that won't heal

I went to a party last night at travis’s in lawrence with emily, dan, and howard and had a great time. Although, Howard was our ride and he left after about a half hour so that seemed a little dangerous. emily ran around and made sure we had a ride home though so it was set that we would sleep at Brandon and Cecily’s and then go home with Josh the next day (today). I spent most of the time hanging out with Trevor and Michelle. I was outside a lot and Trevor asked if I’d go in to dance with him and I said yes, not knowing this would be the doom of my foot.

I cut my foot because I danced onto some glass at an angle capable of detaching a chunk of skin from the body that exists on the arch of my foot. This happened in full because I was barefoot. I was barefoot because I was wearing my fake-crocs I found in the Wal-Mart parking lot and they have no traction so I slipped outside once because of the water and cut my shoulder. At this point, I was promptly like “F*** THAT NOISE!” and took the shoes off in the house where I was going to dance with Trevor. Trevor and I danced happily for a while and then I felt a really ridiculous pain in my foot and knew I had been cut. I went over to Low-Rider couch at T-rav’s and looked at the damage. It was bad. I put my hand under my foot to catch the blood. Then, Michelle came over and was like “Whoa!” We should put a bandaid on that!” And walked me to the kitchen where she got some bandaids and gave me wet paper towel to try to clean up my foot. Oi. There was blood everywhere. I got it cleaned up as good as I could and put the bandaids on it and then I went back to the party-part of the house and told people what had happened. Rachel, who is one of the people who lives at the house, asked if I needed neosporin and I got really happy because I knew that I did and I was also worried about infection because even now, I’m pretty sure that I should have gone to the hospital last night. So I neosporined the wound and reapplied the old bandaids (Curad rocks!). Then I went back to the party.

We left a little while later after a really hilarious fight about whether Bridget’s sweater actually belonged to Emily or not. I hope that emily retells this story because it is a good one.

I have a doctor’s appointment in 2 hours to get my foot checked. also, my dad warns me that the Police are cracking down on speeding and not to go more than the speed limit because anything over 5 miles get’s a ticket now. Dooooooooouchebags.

Does anyone wanna cure my hangover?

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