"Don't f***ing comment about my unicycle. Because I don't like it when my fist hurts."
I don't really know how I bruised my first knuckle on my left hand. It's just a bloody good excuse for it though!
In unicycle news, I took Danielle out for lunch, I tried to ride on the street, I can get a few feet at a time but I give up due to the slushyness, the slight uphill slope, and the people who freak out. If I was more confident on a uni, I wouldn't care about their fear, but as of right now, it's not unwarranted.
In “mod” news, my piercings are doing fine. I should probably take pictures and submit them. I should probably write an experience about them. This is the epitome of lazyness when I won't do either. Although I fear I've lost my experience-writing skillz. What am I going to say that will fill 800 words? “I got pierced. I went home. I do nothing for aftercare.” That's about it!
