04.10.09 10:57 am

after a typical graceless hulaluna stunt last night where she falls and suffers many asphalt cuts on hands and knee while trying to hurriedly cross the street to avoid an oncoming car because she is stupidly jay-walking, she now finds herself on this day, of all days, walking around with a band-aid over the center of each palm.

perhaps she should just milk it and when pressed with shit at work, turn to them with palms upturned and ask, 'what more do you want of me, haven't i done enough?'