...Or, "You Can't Know Love Until it Runs Over You in a Parking Lot."
It's been an interesting week...
On Tuesday, I was hit by a car in the parking lot of Caribou Coffee while rollerblading in Canal Park.
I'm not hurt in any serious way, just a sprained wrist and some bruises and-gasp-broken rollerblades. I'll be ok.
My ex-boyfriend did the running over. This world is a strangely small.
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Sounds like you probably deserved it.
I'm glad you're still alive and stuff.
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