today i opened the door, rammed it into my toe, half the toenail was kind of left hanging and it was oozing blood and in my mind i thought

fuck


after 2 hours at uhwc, mostly waiting, tori accompanying me there, keeping me warm and assured with her kendo jacket and small chitchat, i am now 1 toenail less.
the nurses were really funny and very nice, and the doctor was overworked but really cool about it all and really pro at it. he got it removed real quick.

it's really kind of absurd now i come to think of it.
this kind of thing really doesn't happen to everyone, anyday.
what's the problem with me?

i really pity my feet/toes.
i bet they're thinking,

'i wish owner didn't hurt us so much'

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yesterday during acappella practice i had to control myself to prevent from bursting out laughing because somebody was calling me and his contact picture was flashing on my phone [i took the picture secretly during an earlier time and set it as his contact picture in my phone the other day cause i was bored and fiddling around with my phone contents and pictures] and it is/was a super cute/funny picture.
[not showing it cause it's a secret picture, ha!]






it was a really funny moment

and a really cute picture.

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