no, but why doesn't anyone contact me to see if i'm dead anymore?

i loathe being the boy who never cried wolf but was ignored anyway.

there are ligaments in my lower leg who do not like to be strapped into a wakeboard binding. they tear and snap in crude and unspeakable ways as a protest to my insistence on putting them there.

i have to walk like one of those white kids who dress in wildly gaudy rapstar clothing and limp for effect. i do not, however, wear wildly gaudy rapstar gear. my participation in the gravity games in providence has officially come severely into question. i have not left the house since arriving home injured from new hampshire. i am embarrassed by the fact that i am limping because i enjoy my outward appearance of being impervious to injury.

there are a lot of things i do not like about a lot of things.