This just goes to show....

....that nothing good can come from the phrase, "Let's go climb onto the roof."


Yeah...nice fat bruise on my leg. And that's not the worst one...I have a brighter, shinier, size-of-a-large-eggplant one on my upper thigh.

And I suppose it wasn't the climbing OUT onto the roof that was the problem, rather the climbing....er, FALLING back in through the window.

And for those of you that are curious:

1.) No, I was not intoxicated. (Thank god...otherwise who knows what other bruises I would have...or what bush I would have landed in.) You know me...I was just curious =).

2.) No, it doesn't hurt as much as it looks like it should. You know, like I got hit with a fucking baseball bat or something. I swear I'm not a battered woman. It's just a little added leg decoration that shall be around for a couple of weeks.

BATTLE SCAR!

Song of the day: "Windstorm" School of Seven Bells (really want to see these guys)