Buuuuuuh. I'm feeling sick, and nauseuous, and just plain fucked up. How glamourous, heh ? I was told today "we only live a glamorous life to outsiders eh?", and i thought it was a pretty cool sentence. So i'm stealing it for your reading pleasure.
Actually, my foot is not going any better, i'm limping again. Crutches. Strapping. I haven't found the time to dye it gold, yet. I'll do it as soon as i get a couple minutes to myself, and it stops raining (so that i won't have to wear shoes of any kind).
I also went to get my labret piercing taken out, after about 2 years of wanting it removed ! My wonderful dentist did a great job. He's been taking care of my mouth for about 12 years now, and he rocks. His full back is tattooed. He rides a motorbike. I have to admit i was in love with him as a child !
My lip is all swollen and stuff, so i don't have any pics to show you. But to make out for the loss, i have a cool story :
I was totally unable to ride a bike or get on the metro to go to my dentist's, so i had to call a cab service, and tell them i needed one in fornt of my porch at 4.30pm. At 4.33, there was still no one. I got down (with my crutches) anyway, and there it was, in front of the next building. I limped towards it, and dang ! The compter already showed a 10euros bill. The driver told me he had been waiting for a couple minutes, and this fucktard didn't even call me.
Long story short, when i asked him to let me get out in front of a bank to get some money, i saw the compter was at 19,70. When i came back, it was at 22. This dumbass hadn't stopped it. I got really angry at him, and shouted to his face, which was well deserved.
When i left the dentist's office, it was raining like woah. there was a huge storm going on : not a single unoccupied cab. I thought the god of taxis must be hating me or something, when suddenly, a cab came out of nowhere.
I throwed my sore body in it, and realized there were 2 boys inside it : the driver and a friend of his; which was hella creepy. As he started driving, i noticed the compter was turned off. I immediately asked him why, to which he replied "i'm not working. i'm only taking you back home".
Scary huh ??? Well it came out those two guys only pitied me because i was limping under the pouring rain, and they happened to go in the same direction, so they drove me back for free. Not for free actually, i paid it with a very scary 30minutes-long ride. They were lovely, but that was a quite stupid thing to do. Especially with the fake-taxi drama going on in Paris right now. I discretly texted my boy what was going on, and the immatriculation number of the car; which was smart. But still, codein makes me a little stupid.
I'm off to sleep a bit, i should stay home when i'm under this kind of painkillers !
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