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OW OW OW OW!
OW OW OW OW!
So the idea was great.
Go to the beach house, spend a few days there relaxing in the sun and surf. I get out there, have some sex with an adult friend (that I found here), then after she leaves I decide to do a little work.
See, I've been spending most of the summer moving sand from off my brakewall down to the beach in order to preserve the structure.
Well, I get about 10 minutes of shoveling done when suddenly I feel a sharp twinge in my back.
Decide to sit down for a while and it only gets worse. Yup, I threw my back out. Good game me.
So I decided to come home where my wonderfull wonderfull drugs are that make the pain go away.
So much for a few nice days off.
"Enough of this palaver, lets get the show on the road!"
"The best thing about a day like that is that it can't get any worse. It was a bad day AND a Monday. The rest of the week has to be better." - Hotandsteamygirl
8/15/2006 11:06 pm
lol hahaha i understand u I just got bk frm 2 weeks i florida with the mom and sis ( they usually send there flying monkeys out to get everyone but this time they got me ) and life was much 4 more abusive and painfull than I wanted and I had to get back to my happy pills to just thought u looked like u might relate ??some good luck with the bck|