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The Callouses on Your Hands by Pixie
March 25th, 2010 11:37 PM
I thought i'd have a break from tasking, but alas, this task happened to me without my consent.
I'm going to do both. and let you decide which is which
Story 1)
My best friend is awesome. She's also a tad crazy. We spend lots of time being supportive and there for each other, and we spend a lot of time teasing the b'jesus out of each other. Mostly, this isn't a problem, but sometimes i take things a step too far when she's having a bad day.
On this particular day, I made fun the fact that she changes her hair color/style every week, (and told her that i hope next weeks looked better. I'm kind of a bad person like that, but it's the way our friendship works.) Apparently she was a fan of her new black mohawk, and made that evident with her nails. ouch...
Story 2)
My aunt asked me to walk her dog, one of those small, yippy dogs which people ether love or want to drop kick (in my case, both.) He's about the weight of my head, and about half the size of a pillow. His name is Chevy.
I love my aunt, so of course i said yes, and proceeded to go over to her house.
I couldn't find him, which is odd, because he's kind of into yipping, so i looked around the house and found him curled up in the corner, quivering with fear. I don't know why. He knows me. So i reach out my hand and he bites me.
He's really small, and only one tooth gets though. but a tooth is a tooth. FLESH WOUND!
So, which is true?
I'm going to do both. and let you decide which is which
Story 1)
My best friend is awesome. She's also a tad crazy. We spend lots of time being supportive and there for each other, and we spend a lot of time teasing the b'jesus out of each other. Mostly, this isn't a problem, but sometimes i take things a step too far when she's having a bad day.
On this particular day, I made fun the fact that she changes her hair color/style every week, (and told her that i hope next weeks looked better. I'm kind of a bad person like that, but it's the way our friendship works.) Apparently she was a fan of her new black mohawk, and made that evident with her nails. ouch...
Story 2)
My aunt asked me to walk her dog, one of those small, yippy dogs which people ether love or want to drop kick (in my case, both.) He's about the weight of my head, and about half the size of a pillow. His name is Chevy.
I love my aunt, so of course i said yes, and proceeded to go over to her house.
I couldn't find him, which is odd, because he's kind of into yipping, so i looked around the house and found him curled up in the corner, quivering with fear. I don't know why. He knows me. So i reach out my hand and he bites me.
He's really small, and only one tooth gets though. but a tooth is a tooth. FLESH WOUND!
So, which is true?
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posted by Markov Walker on March 26th, 2010 4:03 PM
It's really quite clear to me. Story 1 is the one I want to believe more, and thus, the one I accept as true.
posted by Pixie on March 27th, 2010 8:06 PM
To Dan, here are two new pics, does this help?
To Markov, I like your philosophy, and you might like Kierkegaard
posted by Picø ҉ ØwO on March 30th, 2010 9:53 AM
I am equally happy with both explanations and feel no need to pursue truth any further than that.
posted by Pixie on July 22nd, 2010 3:40 PM
Both of these stories are true, it's just knowing which one fits the mark...
I want to see more pictures before I decide which is true. I am leaning on a fence and I may flip or flop.