Elorin
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Joined: 8/22/2004 From: San Antonio, TX Status: offline
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This thread resonates too strongly for me not to respond to it. Senior year of high school, I went to visit my "fiance" ~rolls eyes~ for Spring Break. When having to leave him, after a ride in his car, I leaned back against his car. I would like to say it was while kissing or something, but I can't remember and I think I was just being lazy while he got into his trunk. I ended up with a lovely circular burn on the lower back of one of my calves, and a novel new acceptance of why you should avoid the tailpipe of a recently driven car. As a child of three, my family of five (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) were in a hotel room, and after getting done swimming I took a bath. I asked Dad for the towel, and he said ok and left the bathroom. Unbeknownst to me, he then had to stop a fight amongst the siblings, hence his delay. All I knew was that I could very clearly see the towels above the toilet on the wire rack. (I later found out they were all washcloths.) So I climbed, dripping, up the toilet seat to slip much more rapidly DOWN, cracking my eye open on the porcelain tank/bowl. I don't know how many stitches it was, but I still proudly carry the scar so you can count if you ever meet me... And most impressive (I think) was during an argument with Sir. I was determined to leave his house in a huff and walk home. He was more determined not to let me. The resulting tussling match was actually somewhat fun (not counting my violently independent rage) but was cut short when I reared my head back to get away from him and cracked my eye on the corner of the wall opening into the bedrooms/restroom. I managed to hit my eye in actually 3 separate places, one on the upper eyebrow, one on the lower eye area, and one on the cheek. I sported a black eye for a week or more and had a hell of a time convincing people I'd given it to myself.
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