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On rusty nails
May. 8th, 2003 03:54 pmDid I happen to mention that a nail has lodged itself into the front of the sole on my boot and refuses to come out? It's been there for over a month now, and it's still a mystery as to how it got there in the first place. People have tried getting it out. In the end, it was recommended that I try kicking someone with it, just to see if it's at all useful. Methinks, plyers might be more useful in this case.
So now, not only do my boots have tough steel toes, but a nail sticking out of one of them, as well. So next time somebody tries to start something (and, luckily, no one has, as of yet), I can say: "Oh, yeah? Well, I may look...er...be all short, and may not have much advantage is far as leaning with weight is concerned, but I've got the toes of steel and I am not afraid to use my rusty nail!"
Hey, you never know, it might work. On second thought.
Aren't you all glad you know this now?
My online break is almost up, and I really have nothing of importance to say. I have been almost broken in two under the weight of all my essays, but at least in a month it won't matter. And, incidentally, in exactly a month, I'll be completely legal in the States. The countdown to my 21st birthday has begun. I'll give everybody ONE guess as to what my parents are giving me. (Hint: it has to do with the number "21" but not my age.)
Right. Off to read more on self-esteem. I know I'm a lucky one. No need to say it.
(Incidentally, as to The Kingdom - if anyone wants to make a voodoo doll of Mr. Mwa Ha, just ask Moa's permission. Argh. There was no end to the frustration they would feel. Still no update.)
EDITED TO SAY: Welcome to Liz Doesn't Know Her Dates!
My birthday's on the 9th. Today is the 8th. Help me.
So now, not only do my boots have tough steel toes, but a nail sticking out of one of them, as well. So next time somebody tries to start something (and, luckily, no one has, as of yet), I can say: "Oh, yeah? Well, I may look...er...be all short, and may not have much advantage is far as leaning with weight is concerned, but I've got the toes of steel and I am not afraid to use my rusty nail!"
Hey, you never know, it might work. On second thought.
Aren't you all glad you know this now?
My online break is almost up, and I really have nothing of importance to say. I have been almost broken in two under the weight of all my essays, but at least in a month it won't matter. And, incidentally, in exactly a month, I'll be completely legal in the States. The countdown to my 21st birthday has begun. I'll give everybody ONE guess as to what my parents are giving me. (Hint: it has to do with the number "21" but not my age.)
Right. Off to read more on self-esteem. I know I'm a lucky one. No need to say it.
(Incidentally, as to The Kingdom - if anyone wants to make a voodoo doll of Mr. Mwa Ha, just ask Moa's permission. Argh. There was no end to the frustration they would feel. Still no update.)
EDITED TO SAY: Welcome to Liz Doesn't Know Her Dates!
My birthday's on the 9th. Today is the 8th. Help me.
