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short, not that I’m gloating.
mad maddie:
well, maybe I am. but Zo?
zoegirl:
yeah?
mad maddie:
we did it, sweet cheeks. we rock!
    Sat, Sept 28 , 2:05 PM E . D . T .
SnowAngel:
ow. ow. ow-ow-ow.
SnowAngel:
it hurts to even type! don’t you care?
zoegirl:
you haven’t given me time to care!
zoegirl:
what’s wrong? do you have a hangover?
SnowAngel:
no!
SnowAngel:
yes.
SnowAngel:
but that’s not why I’m in the HOSPITAL.
zoegirl:
you’re in the hospital?
zoegirl:
omigosh, why? are you ok? what happened???
SnowAngel:
*lifts chin and looks proudly into distance* yeah, sure, *now* yr all concerned.
zoegirl:
“proudly”?
SnowAngel:
yeah, as soon as I hit “send,” I realized that didn’t sound right.
SnowAngel:
not proud as in, “ooo, I got an A!”
SnowAngel:
proud like Scarlett O’Hara when she vows never again to wear curtains or eat carrots. you know. she presses the back of her hand to her forehead and gazes off bravely, and her hair is windblown, and she’s like, “no, no, don’t feel sorry for me! I can take care of myself!”
zoegirl:
Scarlett O’Hara never vowed to stop eating carrots, sweetie.
zoegirl:
are you really in the hospital???
SnowAngel:
trivia question: do you know what the tongue of a belt is? trivia answer: it’s the sticky-uppy part of the buckle, the metal prong-thing that you poke thru the belt hole.
SnowAngel:
only instead of sticking thru the hole in my belt, the tongue in question is sticking thru. my. foot.
SnowAngel:
my foot! waaaaaaaaaaaah! and it’s STILL THERE!
zoegirl:
crap, are you kidding me?
SnowAngel:
I’m not, and it’s sticking ALL THE WAY thru my foot,and I cld touch the end of it if I wanted to. believe me, I don’t.
zoegirl:
I’m confused. snap me a pic.
SnowAngel:
but . . . but . . . that means sitting up, which means moving . . .
SnowAngel:
owwieeeee!!!
SnowAngel:
ok, hold on . . .
zoegirl:
omfg! Angela! you have a BELT stuck in yr foot!
SnowAngel:
told ya
zoegirl:
would you please EXPLAIN?
zoegirl:
holy frick, that looks so insanely painful.
SnowAngel:
it is. now I know how Jesus felt.
zoegirl:
and you’re texting me while it’s still in there? just calmly texting away?
SnowAngel:
not supposed to use cells in ER, so can’t call.
SnowAngel:
and I’m at hospital AND on drugs, per yr question above.
SnowAngel:
don’t misunderstand. I am still barely holding on to the strings of life and will require much pampering for days on end. but how cld I not txt my Zoe?
zoegirl:
sheesh, Angela. my foot is hurting for you. and also, normal ppl do not end up with belts stuck through their feet.
zoegirl:
how did this happen?
SnowAngel:
well, last night was the date party, remember?
zoegirl:
your date ditched you and you kissed a random guy whose name you don’t know. yes, I remember.
SnowAngel:
I kissed a random guy? really?
zoegirl:
omg. go back and read your texts from last night.
SnowAngel:
huh. intriguing.
SnowAngel:
well, I do have this hazy impression that I drank kind of a lot, so I crashed as soon as I got back to my dorm room.
zoegirl:
so you got drunk. you went straight to bed. and???
SnowAngel:
whoazy there. never said *straight* to bed. I got undressed first (I do that sometimes), only I was so wiped that I left my jeans and shirt on the floor.
SnowAngel:
and then in the middle of the night I had to pee, so I stumbled out of bed, only it was dark . . .
SnowAngel:
so yeah, I stepped on the clump of clothes, and I guess the tongue of my belt was sticking straight up, cuz it went clean thru my foot.
zoegirl:
OW! ow ow ow!
SnowAngel:
the RA on my hall called an. it was exciting.
zoegirl:
and again, here you are texting merrily away with a belt dangling from your foot.
SnowAngel:
Vicodin is my new best friend.
zoegirl:
why haven’t they taken it out yet? why haven’t YOU taken it out yet? can’t you just give it a good hard