Super-FML

Jesse and I were on our way from Bobby's to the bar last night, happily strutting down the street to the sounds of Lady Gaga on dark little Abbott Kinney Blvd.

We could not have been more happy and joyous and singing when I went and strutted myself right into a random hole in the sidewalk and WIPED THE F*CK OUT.

iPhone went flying. Sprained my good ankle.

Worry not. It's only sprained. I know what a broken ankle feels like.

I can walk. It's just a little sore.

But I'm taking it easy and icing it anyway.



FML