Hallelujah! I can walk!
Well, if you can call it 'walk'.
I'm allowed to walk lightly with my crutches and my brace.
My sexy, oh so sexy brace, that I have to wear a stinky sweat sock underneath because this here 'Bubble Girl' is having an allergic reaction to the plastic on the brace.
Seriously.
There isn't much I'm not allergic to.
It's a bit frustrating.
And a bit ridiculous.
I am Bubble Girl.
It's amazing that I've lived this long.
I should be dead by now with all that my body rejects.
If you want to know if something is bad for you, let me try it out.
My body will tell you in a second.
Or a day. Sometimes, there's a delay.
Anyway, as much as it hurts, I used my ankle a little more today.
Mostly to help out the workers who are busy with our temporary sea shield until we can afford the rocks.
Right now, the workers sound like they're fighting, but that's just men and their machismo ways.
Plus I can't understand all they're saying, so it just sounds like anger.
Speaking of which, Housemaid managed to patch everything up and work her manipulation with the marina, Mr. Extortion.
We're not paying anymore and our DR Family gets to keep their job.
Really, Papi and I figured out that they are indeed family.
Only family can get that upset with each other, then the next day go on about business like nothing happened.
It's sorta the way people are here.
People blow up and have a meltdown about something, then they're friends again the next day.
It really reminds me of heated Italian lovers in a tumultuous relationship.
But I know how Mr. Extortion was tipped off in the first place.
There's this old man who rides around on his motorcycle just being nosy about everything.
He's the one that called Mr. Extortion on us when we first moved here.
Goddammit if our contractor, The Carpenter, didn't hire him to help with the ocean's bandaid!
There he was, all smiles at me today.
I was thinking, "Mother fucker. You goddamn bastard. You're the one that gives us trouble all the time!"
I just about tore through the gate to give him a wallop, straight up the ass.
But we all know Bubble Girl on crutches with a sexy, filthy, grey, sweat sock brace can't move very fast.
So, I just cursed him under my breath.
I can't stand the fact that he's working for us and that I have to pay him.
But The Carpenter hired him, and we don't have to pay Mr. Extortion, so I guess I'll just let it be and continue to give him the evil eye when I see him.
Oh, but I will NOT forgive this bastard with nothing better to do than try to cause problems for us.
I HAVE forgiven Housemaid.
I'm hoping that after having to stoop so low as to apologize, that perhaps she'll stop the nonsense and no longer be our worst thief.
And now, Bubble Girl is going to go hand wash clothes, as our brand new washing machine has yet again crapped out on us.
Envy me here in 'paradise'?
Well, if you can call it 'walk'.
I'm allowed to walk lightly with my crutches and my brace.
My sexy, oh so sexy brace, that I have to wear a stinky sweat sock underneath because this here 'Bubble Girl' is having an allergic reaction to the plastic on the brace.
Seriously.
There isn't much I'm not allergic to.
It's a bit frustrating.
And a bit ridiculous.
I am Bubble Girl.
It's amazing that I've lived this long.
I should be dead by now with all that my body rejects.
If you want to know if something is bad for you, let me try it out.
My body will tell you in a second.
Or a day. Sometimes, there's a delay.
Anyway, as much as it hurts, I used my ankle a little more today.
Mostly to help out the workers who are busy with our temporary sea shield until we can afford the rocks.
Right now, the workers sound like they're fighting, but that's just men and their machismo ways.
Plus I can't understand all they're saying, so it just sounds like anger.
Speaking of which, Housemaid managed to patch everything up and work her manipulation with the marina, Mr. Extortion.
We're not paying anymore and our DR Family gets to keep their job.
Really, Papi and I figured out that they are indeed family.
Only family can get that upset with each other, then the next day go on about business like nothing happened.
It's sorta the way people are here.
People blow up and have a meltdown about something, then they're friends again the next day.
It really reminds me of heated Italian lovers in a tumultuous relationship.
But I know how Mr. Extortion was tipped off in the first place.
There's this old man who rides around on his motorcycle just being nosy about everything.
He's the one that called Mr. Extortion on us when we first moved here.
Goddammit if our contractor, The Carpenter, didn't hire him to help with the ocean's bandaid!
There he was, all smiles at me today.
I was thinking, "Mother fucker. You goddamn bastard. You're the one that gives us trouble all the time!"
I just about tore through the gate to give him a wallop, straight up the ass.
But we all know Bubble Girl on crutches with a sexy, filthy, grey, sweat sock brace can't move very fast.
So, I just cursed him under my breath.
I can't stand the fact that he's working for us and that I have to pay him.
But The Carpenter hired him, and we don't have to pay Mr. Extortion, so I guess I'll just let it be and continue to give him the evil eye when I see him.
Oh, but I will NOT forgive this bastard with nothing better to do than try to cause problems for us.
I HAVE forgiven Housemaid.
I'm hoping that after having to stoop so low as to apologize, that perhaps she'll stop the nonsense and no longer be our worst thief.
And now, Bubble Girl is going to go hand wash clothes, as our brand new washing machine has yet again crapped out on us.
Envy me here in 'paradise'?
i will conduct myself in such a way that i can be proud
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