Damn Dirty Brace!

I have a pain in my ear from hearing this morning that the "Tatiana" character from American Idol has been sent through to the round of 34, which makes my want to stop watching immediately. Oh wait, I don't want to be watching past the time when they show the awesome bad people in the first round. Whatever. I think part of the problem is that I shouldn't be watching reality TV to begin with. Hopefully the impending birth of Baby Taylor will sufficiently reduce my TV time so I can can rid myself of this plague. Now I'm starting to get pissed at myself for needing a baby to pull my sorry ass away from a TV.

Now onto the real deal. You wanna know what's hurting me today? I'll tell you.
The KNEE, dummy!



What did you think it would be... a bunion or some kind of rash? Not today my friends. It's Knee Pain Day. Although I would like to go back in time, and bitch for a moment about crutches, they suck. I was only on the two of them for about a week and a half, and then on just one for about a week more, and then sparingly (usually at the end of the day when I was tired and dragging the left leg around) for another couple of days. I've got no official confirmation, but I'm confident that I got off those as soon as possible - and that was due to the fact that the f@$%^&* crutches were kind enough to rasp against my arms and torso and cause an irritation and redness. F- you Crutches. And now we have to keep the damn things in case one of goes down again because we paid $600 for the pleasure of using them (uncomfortably) for about 2 1/2 weeks.

I'm painin'... Suck IT!