I am SO WHIPPED. Rawr, me. My strike only lasted for one day. ONE DAY! And it's not even like I caved to being talked to - no, I voluntarily WENT to the dojang.
I can't stay mad at people I don't actually dislike. It's too hard.
I should never date, ever. If I'm this whipped with family-type relationships...forget it. *sigh*
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"It's not LYING...it's...protecting them from unnecessary worrying"
Hrmm. I don't know how he says that with a straight face when he's a father himself, but...for the sake of reducing one extra nagging voice in my head (as if my own wasn't enough)...my parents think my knee is "fine".
It has now been 17 days since I have properly kicked. Rawr. 17 longest days of my life, and counting...
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