I Can't Stand It No More, So Don't You Put Me Down...

The Sacred Sailors - I Can't Stand It


So we had our 4,000th visitor. This time, the title went to one of our Grand Rapids, MI readers. I knew you could do it, and I'm ever so proud.


So I need you to tell me if this is weird. I don't think it is, but it was pointed out to me that it is, so I don't know what to think. I'm at this party last night (that's not the weird part, wait for it). So I'm chatting with my amiga (keep waiting), and someone pointed out that my friend and I were standing under mistletoe (as this was a post-Christmas Christmas party). So we kissed, which prompted this helpful stranger to complain that it wasn't a hot enough kiss. So we made out a little bit.

We're not dating, and we don't hook up or anything, it was just a friendly make out sesh. That's not weird, correct? I don't know, but if anyone has any idea, that would be magical. You're a hero. You're all heroes.


Oh, and I'm fairly certain I have turf toe. Here's how it went down. So I was standing on my tip toes, playing with the sparkles on the ceiling (it made sense when I was doing it), and someone jumped on my back. I kind of went forward a little, and it didn't really hurt at the time, but then about an hour later, it was killing me to walk, and now this morning my MTP joint is swollen and gross.

Granted, that's not really how turf toe would present. I mean, yeah, that would work as a mechanism of injury, and at this point it seems like turf toe, but I don't understand why it didn't hurt right away.

I suppose something else could have caused it, but that's all I can think of.


But on the upside, playing with the sparkles was super fun. Plus, people put them in my hair, I was glittertastic, and it was sexy. Fo sho.