... I won't go into details, but let's just say my favoirte jeans now have a blood stain *sniff*
To make matter worse, during gym we were having a competition of who could do the most squats, and out of all the girls in both clases, I did the most in a minute. The bad effect was that during the last two periods of the day, my theighs were killing me and I had trouble walking, doing up and down staires and even just getting in and out of my desk. And just the day before I pulled a muscles in my right arm... I think the world might be trying to handycap me.







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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
Never lose inspiration.
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HA! I finally figured it out!
He who spits in the air will have it winding up falling back into his face
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
--
[link]
[link]
HA! I finally figured it out!
He who spits in the air will have it winding up falling back into his face
sorry if i post it at reply, i can't post on comment box.
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
And no problem
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HA! I finally figured it out!
He who spits in the air will have it winding up falling back into his face
--
[link]
[link]
HA! I finally figured it out!
He who spits in the air will have it winding up falling back into his face
--
An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
--
[link]
[link]
HA! I finally figured it out!
He who spits in the air will have it winding up falling back into his face
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