I have this big, black (more purple than black now actually) bruise the size of a baseball (maybe tennis, I'm not very sporty) on my left elbow. I'm not sure how it got there (it was a Christmas party and I had about 12 too many crantinis) but it hurts. You'd think I'd remember something like that. Guess not. It's kind of a shame because there's no way it's going to go away before New Years Eve and I've spent a lot of time and energy planning my ensemble and none of my plans encorporated a giant black bruise. Although by then it should have yellowed quite nicely. However, none of my plans encorporated a yellow bruise either. Or green for that matter. It's really quite a shame.
I've decided that my obsession with this ensemble (and I feel quite comfortable calling it an obsession) stems from my not having gone to my prom. That's a little misleading actually. We didn't have a prom the year I graduated. The idiots in my grade 12 class voted against it. I'm really not sure why. Probably all the crack. Kidding. So here I am, 13 years later, obsessing over a stupid New Years ensemble (I love that word). It's a sad thing really. I should've fought for my prom. If watching Pretty In Pink taught me nothing else it should at least have taught me the importance of prom. Whatever. My grad dress was hideous anyway.
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