Doll Parts

Reposted from Shibuya:

I am doll parts, or more accurately, I am broken dollparts, thank you so very much. My ankle is fucking killing me, and I’m starting to think that I need to at least pretend to be a bit more careful when I, you know, get up or sit down which is how this happened.

I think I’ve twisted the bastard again – I was getting up from my computer chair to do some stretching and walk around during lunch a few days ago and I stepped on it just the wrongest way ever and it popped – so now it’s a swollen bitchhole and I can’t walk on it for shit. I need more moneycash, I need aspirin or ibuprofin or something, because my leg is just killing me and I need to be able to get around. Remind me to become a bounty hunter, lol. Here endith the rant.

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