seepage

So I'm doing a lot of work today. Like moving heavy speakers and lights and stuff. So I was actually smart and got to work a little early so I could raid the first aid kit and prepare myself by creating back diapers out of tape and gause. This has saved my shirt, although I haven't looked under the back diaber yet.

Well last night my mom and brother were all like, "Kyle, you should call back the doctor and tell them about your seepage. Because that shit is F'd up hommie." Forgive my liberalness with their exact words. So I called the doctor and I'm going back tomorow to have him re-look at my quasimoledos.

This leads me to another unfortunate occurance. Perhaps the worst of the quasimoledos, the king if you will, resides on the very top of my head. And the king started leaking just a little bit today. And let me tell you, the blood caked hair look is in for spring! So I'm going to have him take a look at that bad boy. I'm gonna tell you guys right now that my head is terribly lumpy and mis-shapen. almost like Chunk from the Goonies. The first person who laughs at my Chunk head gets a swift kick to the balls. Because really, I do enjoy soccer a lot and not many people play it, so you'd better be ready to go out and play before you call me Chunk.