jing gao

In the beginning while I was still choosing between varicose vein causing knee highs and full body hoes that considerably slow the peeing process which cuts into the precious break time and are unhealthy constricting, my unclothed feet were in a cold, swampy environment. This invited certain undesirables to visit my poor little right foot. Terrible! While considering what to do to remedy this situation I remembered that during the time we lived together, my sweet, buff, charming, handsome, little brother, also very strong, had used some type of red asian medicine patches on his feet. Thus when he reassured me that this was the painless, expedient way to take care of my tender foot, I believed him. LIAR LIAR LIAR! Turns out that the red little patches are full of acid and the reason that they hurt ("just a leetle") is because they were eating a hole in my foot. The red color of the patch hides what's going on and it wasn't until I lost a huge bit of my foot last night that I finally understood. So now I'm limping from class to class, with my foot wrapped up like a gymnast and what slightly resembles a car lighter burn on the bottom of my foot. Those who know me will not be surprised that I found a new innovative way to hurt myself. I do my best. I miss you all. Most particularly my favorite tree by the Pharmacy building. Lilpolarbaer, say hi to it for me; it particularly likes to eat the scraps of old tests. :) ciao, ciao...