Spontaneous Chatter-

The story goes a lil something like this....

Setting: the styffe family kitchen, Halloween eve of the eve, midnight.

Antagonist: hot glue gun

Protagonist: well me, duh.


long story short:

burnt my knee. It's a 2nd degree burn with a whole bunch of unattractive blisters. I have legit looking bandages all over though. That's a plus? But now, my only dream for life, is gone! I can't be a knee model.