A letter to me
| Submitted by kathycf on Sat, 2013-03-16 17:26 | ||
Dear Ankle, Stop being such a baby. You and Knee had the same problem as Spine last year, but they are doing alright. You, Ankle, are annoying me with your "Oh, I'm hurting" nonsense. Stomach, you really need to stop being so loud. The last thing anybody wants to hear in a quiet area (LIKE THE LIBRARY!) is you grumbling and gurgling. I'll get you some food when I can! Gosh! Such drama! Speaking of drama, Uterus. Yes, I'm talking to you. Knock it off with the "Pay attention to MEEE, I'm crampy!" junk. Nobody but nobody likes a drama queen, ya know. Love, Me P.S blogs: |
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Cranky Ankie and other complaining body parts leave Kathy alone or I just might suggest she replace you with some extra borg parts that Nine and I have laying about. Remember Kathy's Ankle my wrist, elbow and shoulder joints work just fine if I remember to lubricate them and remember to keep the batteries charged. Also nasty ankle being stainless steal and carbon fiber my arm does not age, get sun burned or wrinkle. You can be replaced.
So Says
and her friend seven of nine
Kathy do not read the next line if your ankle can see the monitor.
Even though my arm is metal, carbon fiber, wires and electronics. Fire proof and water proof. every once in a while if I type to much my wrist and fingers hurt which in funny since they have not yet figured out how to create pain receptors.