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September 13, 2002-9:31 p.m. Today a guy at work kicked the toe I injured in that ugly cat incident. When I told him the story of what had happened, after I finally stopped writhing in pain, he laughed. Every time I saw him, I would make some comment about how my foot was really hurting. Later in a stroke of pure guilt-inducing genius, I sent him this picture:
At which point he conceded defeat. The end. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
