what hurts worse, my pride or my flesh wounds?

flesh wounds, hands down.

oh, and i suppose my pride stings a leetle as well, seeing as how i accrued these little beauties (and many other scrapes, bumps, and bruises) DURING my motorcycle endorsement skills test. crashed & burned during the "swerve and miss" part of the test, although i don't think i should've failed, because i did swerve and miss the obstacle...my body just took one for the team, is all, as my leg dragged and scraped under my skidding scooter. if the obstacle were, say, a little old lady crossing the street, for example, and i did this, i'd be a hero for swerving-and-missing.

too bad it was actually nothing more than a painted red line on the asphalt, which now contains several large chunks of my dna.

sighhhh. guess i'll have to stop embroidering "biker chick" on all our living room pillows.