Should I be embarrassed that I was going too fast and had to dive off of a longboard onto asphalt to save my life from an intersection in front of a cute boy? And then ripped my shirt, scraped my hand, got raspberries on my stomach and legs, tried laughing it off, and had to be pulled the rest of the way home?
Probably--I should be, but I'm not. He was too great about it.
It was bound to happen with how invincible I think I am. What was worse than the fall? Well, it's a tossup between the hydrogen peroxide I cleaned it with last night and the mint shampoo and face scrub that I used this morning.
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO:
Clean your room :)
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