I've been awfully clumsy today, and I'm feeling rather worse for wear because of it.
For starters, I stood up directly into a low door frame. Owies. I had a headache and felt really nauseous and tired after that, and I have a stupid head-bump, but I had to work through my concussion, because no one saw me hit my head, so no sympathy for Sophie.
Then I slipped on the wet floor at work and hit my head on the bar, scraped my foot and somehow got some sort of black stuff all up my leg. Somehow again no one noticed this at the time, so I got no sympathy either, but it really fucking hurt. I'm just hoping I don't have a big bruise on my face tomorrow. If I do, I'll just tell everyone George is beating me up. The brute!
About Sophie
- Sophie
- Sophie formed from the mould found on the bottom of a writer's mug of tea. Not much is known about the writer, except that they were shite. A considerable amount is known about the mug, however: it was a white mug with The Beatles images on the side. Many believe this is the cause of many of Sophie's traits, such as her pale shiny skin and her treatment of The Beatles like Gods. Some might say Sophie talks too much crap. Some might say her use of large font is quite irritating. Some might say she’s a twat. All of these are true of course, but you’re the one reading the blog so now who’s the twat, eh? This is the blog of Sophie, and her adventures, thoughts and opinions.
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I can always arrange a beating if you want one.
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