Havent you noticed its pretty much imposible to type with one of your index fingers messed up? Well, for those that got their little typing diplomas in grade 6, cuz all of you button-mashers could just take another finger to mash around.
My left index finger has suffered a accident, it had its little protected nail be SLICED up and TORN...lovely aint it? I gave it a kiss and put a bandade on. Problem solved, until midnight stuck and it started oozing blood again....so i just nursed myself, took out first aid, and had the poor little bugger suffer when i tried snipping off the old nail and adding a new bandade.
In results, I have it nicely rappped in some cotton and tape at the tip, and its white appearance distracts my typing while i see it at the courner of my eye.
Havent you seen how much I've been typing with this little bugger dangling around not doing much? And do you know how long i can continue to type like this? I could go on and on and on and maybe talk about your mother or how ya dog died when you where on the first grade or how your job suck and your life is in total ruin!.....or, to be more optimistic, how you got to win the lottery by stealing one of those little game cards from the kiosko and how ya got to go to Jamaca and chill with Sean Paul who you figured out is quite a sad man, who hates his job as a carebeean bachelour at the age of thirty and just wants a wife and kids!
....... K, my finger's starting to hurt now.....
Nice talking to ya. Rock on. *does a horn sign*
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Hey, I'm the supposed "druggie" whose writing is on your wall. I don't do dope 'cause I'm dope. Or so I'd have you think... Ah the green grass of home, and home is the bluegrass state (KY). Home is good clean living, home is so remote, home is the danger, sticking in my throat. please respond to my blog--I'm hot for your scribing-giz to cold-create why we increase, so to speak!
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