Wanna see what I did to myself this weekend?
*Warning: Not for the squeamish*
**No, I haven't told my Momma yet, so she'll probably call me as soon as she reads this...three, two, one...**
I was being a wing-woman for my friend, she has a small crush on this guy who happens to have a motorcycle. Friday night I asked if I could take a ride around the parking lot so that she could work up the nerve to also go on a ride with said-cute-guy. As I was getting on, I burned myself on the exhaust pipe.
I hadn't ridden a motorcycle before! No one told me to watch out for the thousand-degree metal pipe that now has a stripe of my skin across it, I'm sure.
And then, the very next day, my little angle Lisa, scratched it. Scratched. My. Burn. That's what those little chunks are.
Ok, I'll stop grossing you out with all of the details, believe me, there are plenty more. But I'm not quite sure what to do with it, I'm letting it air out when I'm at home, but when I go to class or work I'm wrapping it up to keep germs and stuff away, and to save those classmates who may be have a weak stomach. How do I clean it? I don't want a massive scar on the inside of my right knee for the rest of my life, I have enough scars!