Why Am I This Way?
I am the clumsiest person I know. Even as I sit here typing, I’m bleeding all over the keyboard. So what was it this time, you ask? I was moving a candle (no I’m serious, a candle. Really.), and I managed to slice my thumb open. Kevin constantly worries that people will think he abuses me, since I am endlessly covered in bruises, scrapes, nicks, scars, bumps, lumps, and cuts. It’s not that I’m not careful, it’s just that things sometimes sneak up on me. I often have bruises that I don’t even know about until two or three days later. Crap. This one’s definitely gonna leave a scar.
