Thursday I went out with KERRTALK, and we got some bubbletea to feel cultured.
Naturally I decided to push the limits and order an avocado smoothie; which admittedly was pretty decent tasting until it got warm. Not so much...
Anyway, turns out I'm not only rowdy when I'm drinking (I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC OKAY,) I'm actually just always rowdy.
I'm sure taking kickboxing doesn't help.
On the drive home, somehow Kenny and I (or just me?) decide that it would be a good idea for me to punch Kenny in the arm to prove I'm gaining strength from my classes.
Scene:
Kenny parks the car outside my house.
Larissa says: So we doing this or what?
Kenny nods.
We both get out of the car.
LARISSA ASSUMES KICKBOXING STANCE, TAKES A COUPLE TEST SHOTS, AND THROWS HER PUNCH.
Kenny stands stoic.
I recoil my hand and go "OW OW OW OW WHAT THE HELL" and grab my hand.
I've done something to my thumb.
(And no, for all the smarmy bastards that are asking "Well did you have your thumb inside your fist?" I did not. I at least know how to make a proper fist.)
Do you know how hard it is to put on jeans, with one hand, with your non-dominant hand?
Do you know how shameful it is buying a bottle of wine the next day, with one bandaged up hand, telling the cashier you hurt it kickboxing (since you don't wanna sound like a completely crazy bitch,) and then you can't get your debit card out of your wallet with your gimp hand, so the cashier offers to help, and you say I GOT THIS.
Do you?
I hope this shit heals. Kenny's shoulder: 1, Larissa: 0.
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