My day has started off like this: after holding me while I slept, Shep moved to flip over. I flipped to return the embrace and somehow my nose and the back of his head met (probably while he was flipping his hair...) There was a throbbing pain and suddenly I felt something wet on my hands in the darkness. It was blood that was pouring out of my nose. I ran to the bathroom as quickly as I could to wash my face and hands; Shep, now wide awake, apologizing profulsely. It wasn't his fault. Even when he beats me for being stupid, it's still my fault. (That was sarcasm; he's no Ike Turner)
Unfortunately my pillow and sheets are now bloodier than Scott Peterson's hands on Christmas Eve.
So that black eye is from down and hit your eye on the doorknob again? You need to pull a Vida Boheme.
"Some women just need to get hit."
"And conversely, some men need to get hit back."
Time to take Shep over your knee, buddy.
Posted by: Jason | Thursday, August 26, 2004 at 09:11 AM
ouch! i hope you feel better :P
Posted by: Brechi | Wednesday, August 25, 2004 at 05:40 PM