Tuesday, February 10, 2009
In case you were wondering, I'd rather drink snot.
The other day in the car we were playing Would You Rather game. You know, when you ask each other questions like, would you rather freeze to death or die in a fire? Or would you rather drink a cup of snot or eat poop? And the question would you rather live without your arms or without your legs came up. And because I can never make up my mind about anything I was all ARMS. LEGS. NO, ARMS. NO, LEGS. ARMS. And as soon as I made arms my final answer I knew it was the wrong one and as some sort of sick cosmic joke it's very possible that I'll be hit by a bus this week and will wake up with no arms and then I'm totally fecked because at first I was like whatever at least I can still
have sex walk but now every time I tie my shoes or type or pour myself a bowl of cereal I'm like shit I will totally not be able to do this without my arms I'VE RUINED MY LIFE. Kind of like the time my mom told me about the little girl who dropped dead from a brain aneurysm and I walked around for the next two days convinced that every step was my last because IT COULD HAPPEN TO ANYONE. So really, what I'm trying to say is that if I get hit by a truck on my way home from work tonight and the doctors have to make a choice between saving my arms or saving my legs FOR THE LOVE OF BLOG tell them to save the arms.