last night...

...i was on the bottom field with br getting my exercise and playing some badminton (i rock at it don't ya know...) and i got four... *four*... mosquito bites on my arm.
i figured it was because i don't move that arm very much and it was the closest to the bushes and i think mosquitos like to hang out around the bushes... i can't remember.

anyway. i bought this month's cosmo and i totally want to go shopping now. so i spent $130 on victoria's secret. don't worry it wasn't anything truely exciting... just a couple bras on sale (cuz you can never have enough) and some panties and a cute shirt. i'm trying *hard* to cut back on the frivolous expenses but once in a while that urge just comes over... i'm *jonesing* to spend some of my hard earned cash... i wish i were like paula abdul and could spend 7 hours shopping in one store. however my attention span is about as short as a goldfish and i need to be constantly entertained. apease me dammit. *me*!!

my arm itches. stoopid fucking masquitos [sic.] the one by my elbow is the size of a quarter.

yesterday i was walking back to work and there were a few guys milling around the back of this truck parked on the side of the road- one of those trucks with the roll up back and a platform that lowers down to get the stuff out? well... this van pulls up to them (blocking traffic) and the guy gets out all concerend and i over hear...

vanguy: what happened to jamiquay*? is he alright?
only white dude: he fell and split his head open** but we've called the ambulance already
vanguy: (expressing concern) is he okay??!

*i totally made this name up... but most islander's use names for their kids that smash the first part of the mothers/fathers with the last part of the mothers/fathers name. and you thought apple and suri were weird. "hi... my name is laquisha. how can i help you?"
**i would later come to learn that he didn't split open his head, this is only what i mistakenly overheard...

at this point i tuned out because i glanced down at the road and there was this massive pool of blood leaking out of this dude- at first i thought he was stuck under the truck but then after my brain registered what my eyes were seeing, i saw that he was actually bent over on the groud, kneeling with his head in his hands. so.much.blood. it didn't seem real.
kept right on walking. and because it wasn't anything, you know, drastic, i didn't tell anyone about it. i work at the newspaper and we're always trying to scoop the tv news and stuff but i mean, this is just an industrial accident- it doesn't have to be broadcast island wide right?
apparently i was totally and completely wrong because when the ambulance, two police cars and fire truck finally showed up (yes, all for only one man... who was only a harm to himself) and blocked off the entire street, about half the people that i work with ran outside to web (read: be pokey as it is in their nature) and the photographer got all these shots to bring back and show all the pokey people that didn't have a chance to make it out there, and they actually made a story out of it! and it printed!
but i shouldn't be surprised because it had it's 30 seconds of fame on the news last night, shakey images of the scene and all.
what happened? apparently the guy (who for some unknown reason has remained nameless... sure... there's your blood all over the pavement but you know, your name? nah... not important) was unloading the truck and he put his hand on the button to lower the platform and when he took his hand off the button, the platform didn't stop moving, which it was supposed to. and apparently he sliced his leg open almost all the way to the bone. yummy!

slow news day i guess.