It Was So Worth It

As if it wasn't enough to be having the fun, no, it turned around and smacked me in the face. I was busy torso twirling and crazy grudge walking when I realised something was off. No it wasn't the cheese, or that horrid shoe in the corner behind the couch. No it was something more sinister. i had stretched the mucles i know nothing off and they were in a wrong twist. Screaming at me for disturbing their stagnated slumber, like the fat ones that won't move. And now I suffer. Sitting and getting up...even sneezing and blowing my nose is a trauma. But I have to go to Uni anyway. i can't afford to miss out on the boringness that ensues such an event and as such, i may just have a trauma there and live to tell the tale! You'd like that, wouldn't you? To see me react to such a mundain situation of normalest things. Do not deny, your as purple as a fig!