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Shut UP, I’m exCITEd about the new Transformers movie and I am not even keedengk about that.
Ever since the Horrible Shoulder Ordeal of last year my left collarbone is all jacked. Having a jacked collarbone is not half so effortlessly sexy as it might sound; oh no, not at all. It inhibits you after a certain fashion. For instance, –if you want to be hindcatcher in a quick, impromptu pick-up game on your lunch hour(s)– you don’t have the ability to do the lightning whip-around thing that once garnered you a wee bit of attention as A Girl That Can Hold Her Own On The Ballfield.
Okay, I can still do it, but my collarbone doesna keep up with me half so well as it used to. This is disheartening. This means there is just one more instance in my life where I have to put on my Game Face tm and Suck It Upalso tm. It also probably means my kegstand days are over*.
It means, as well, that several times a day –’specially if I’m doing something repetitive with my left arm/shoulder– there is this not-so-funny kerchunk, kerchunk sound emanating from that wicked wee bone.
Which kind of reminds me of Transformers, and that’s how all this nonsense I just typed ties in to the first paragraph. Never, never doubt my literary prowess, Muffinasses.
*NoooooOOOOOOoooooo!
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