Chicks dig scars...

Or so Bethany tells me... Yeah, I took a bit of a tumble. I was on my way to a church prayer meeting. I had decided to use my rollerblades, because it was a dry day (for the first time in months) and it seemed like a good idea to get some exercise. I booted up, and headed to the venue. But, it turned out, I had got the wrong place, and I had to relocate to a centre a bit of a distance away. 'Not to worry,' thought I, 'I have my skates.' And so, I skated through Burley, down towards St Matthias Church centre. I was trundling down the hill, zig-zagging to reduce my speed (my hockey skates have no brakes), when I realised that there were cars coming in both directions. I took evasive action, and attempted to stop, but there was no way I was going to come to a halt in time, and I fell. Even though I controlled the fall, and directed myself towards the sidewalk, I came down pretty hard. I tore my jeans, and also my knee. I figure that I might sew up the jeans (as they're my only pair) in a rudimentary fashion so that it's obvious I have been involved in some sort of accident. I also intend to leave them a few days before washing them, so that the blood stains them real good. And the summer's on its way, so I can enjoy a lot of short-wearing to show off the scar on my knee.

You may also notice that I have obtained a Flickr gallery on my sidebar. I thoroughly encourage you to do the same. That's all for now...