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Sunday, August 22nd, 2004
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| Time: | 10:15 pm. |
| Mood: |  weird. | | Music: | Eric Idle - One Foot in the Grave. |
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Lefty B has run away. And we have no idea where he's gone.
Andrew woke up this morning, and there was a note, pinned to Lefty B's reserved Puma. It went as follows:
"I can't take this anymore! Always being the second wingman, always having things given to me second-hand. Well I guess the shoe's on the other foot now - I'm leaving town and I will probably never be back! No, in fact, I'm going to leave the country. I hear they treat Feet really well in Uganda. I just might go there. So don't come looking for me, because I'm changing my name, maybe to Zapato Hombre, but not to that exactly. If you come, I'll have my scouts take you out. Oh yeah, I have scouts - they're fierce! I can see you, shaking in your boots. You think you're scared now? Just you wait.
Sincerely,
Lefty B
PS - I left the Crock Pot on. If you guys wake up sometime before one, please set the heat level to 'Lo,' otherwise my stew is ruined. Thanks."
This takes "don't tread on me" to a whole different level. If anyone sees or hears from Lefty B (though I don't know how he'd be able to talk... much less write a note...) please contact either myself or Andrew. Then again, just contact Andrew - he need Lefty B more than I do. Any kind of assistance would be greatly appreciated.
- Righty B -
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Wednesday, August 11th, 2004
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Long time, no see, my loyal phalanges! I hope you guys didn't forget about me, 'cause I didn't forget about you! Things have been so hectic lately, that I haven't been able to sit here and actually get something typed out.
Even though Andrew's hours at the movie theater have been cut this week - due to high school kids going back to school, but college kids still working and wanting hours - he's still been the busy-body when it comes to his duties. I never really got the point of being a higher-up and still doing the hardest of work. Whenever I have on the athletic gear - usually rollerblades - I tell the wheels to roll. I do a little work, but those babies do what I want them to do. Now, if only Andrew can get it through his head that he can boss people around and get them to do what he wants them to do... then we'd be getting somewhere.
Lefty B is getting worse. Wait, let me rephrase that. For a while there, we thought that Lefty B was getting better. His infection wasn't hurting as much, and it seemed to be basically coming around. Oh, how wrong we were. It seems Lefty B has come down with what he had, yet again. Andrew keeps doing all of these weird things to Lefty B, but it doesn't seem like anything is working. Lefty B is scared they might have to amputate the big toe. But doing that is like cutting off, what I've only heard referred to as, a man's own "hood." It's a Foot ego thing. You wouldn't understand unless you were one.
Moving on...
It's tough being the dominant Foot sometimes. Lefty B has it much easier, compared to what I have to do. If we were a married couple before Women's Suffrage, I would be the bread-winner, while Lefty B would wear an apron and would not be able to vote. Anyway, since Andrew got his license back in March, I've been doing a lot of working out. After each day, my Ankle is worn out - it's actually quite a feat, doing the repetitive motions of stepping on the gas, stepping on the brake, stepping on the gas again, easing up off the gas... so on and so forth. But thankfully it's me and not Lefty B. The drama queen might end up getting an ego trip and kill us all. Then that wouldn't be fun.
But I'm sorry to do this - I must take my leave. It was good to finally be able to update again. And, people, feel free to leave any kind of comments you desire. I won't bite. I have an attitude, sure, but it only has a little kick to it.
On that note, I'm done.
- Righty B -
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Hello, my little phalanges!
This is the first time since my last entry that I've actually been able to get some computer time. I tell you, Andrew is so greedy about the computer. It's always "But Shannon's online and I never get to talk to her!" or "I'm writing an entry at the moment!"
Yeah? Well what about my needs? What about the needs of my fans and readers? Have no fear, though, for here I am - for the moment, anyway.
This past week has been a little bit too hectic for my liking. Andrew has been running around like a madman. And who gets the brunt of it? You got it: yours truly. But it's all in the job for a Foot like myself.
Both Lefty B and I have today and tomorrow to relax. Andrew doesn't have to work until Wednesday night, and we plan on not letting him make any kind of use to him. We'll say we were asleep while he tries to walk somewhere. By the way, sorry about that bruise on your face, Drew. Hope it heals fine.
Anyway, on Sunday, the family had a photo shoot. It was interesting, because Lefty B and I never really go out in public. I mean, sure, we have our shoes, but we're never, actually, seen. However, the photographer, who happens to be Andrew's step-father, wanted everyone to go without shoes or socks. So Lefty B and I made our photo debut! As soon as Andrew gets some shots, I will be sure to try to post them.
As for Lefty B, he's still being a little drama queen. He seems to be getting better, but he's always moaning and trying to grab attention because he's the "crippled one." Oh well, when he gets better, he'll have nothing to gripe about - or so we hope. But, we all know drama queens: they find whatever they can to grip about.
However, I must retire now. Looks like Lefty B and I are going to have a nice, warm bath. With all this stress of having to carry the entire Body, we need it!
- Righty B -
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| Time: | 12:05 pm. |
| Music: | Aerosmith - Road Runner. |
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My sincerest apologies for not keeping this thing updated. I would like to keep it updated continuously, but, like other journalists, things happen in life that make it so you can't get to update and keep the loyal fans entertained. And besides, Andrew tends to be a bit of a hog with the computer, and when it comes time to actually get something on here, he decides that it's time for us to go to bed.
But at the moment, Lefty B is being a bit of the drama queen. He still has that ingrown-nail thing he's had going on for a year or so nowm, so I've gotten used to hearing him whine and complain about that. However, since Andrew went bowling last night, now there's something else for Lefty B to cry and moan about. We don't know how it happens, but every time Andrew goes bowling, something about Lefty B's ankle gets agitated, and Lefty B can't move as much as he normally can.
Other than that, not much going on. Andrew's been working a lot lately, so I've been working much more. I think I'm getting fat, though. The uniform boot doesn't fit like it used to. I should cut down on those... fatty... foods. Go on some kind of diet or something.
That's about it for now. I'll try to update this more often, but I can't make any promises.
- Righty B -
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| Time: | 11:20 pm. |
| Mood: |  tired. | | Music: | STOMP. |
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This weekend was a hectic one. I apologize for those of you sitting idly by your computers, waiting for the latest installment in Righty B's escapades.
Lefty B and I were a busy Pair of Feet, let me tell you. Friday and Saturday were tiresome, with the preparations and celebrations for Andrew's brother's graduation from high school. Of course, Lefty B tried to take away Andrew's brother's spotlight, but it seemed no one really paid attention.
As it is, the weekend was something of a long, steady blur for me. All I can really remember is that Lefty B and I (mostly me, though) put our resources to good use, because we were in the car quite a lot. Andrew seemed to drive a lot when his aunt came into town. This is the busiest we've seen him in... a while, actually. You know, when work isn't involved.
Speaking of work, Andrew had to go back, as did we. The past two days of not having to work had spoiled us. We were all pretty tired, and it didn't help that the crowds for that damned ogre movie were steady rushes. Towards the end of our shift, the back of my uniform - a size 15 1/2, steel-toed boot - started to irritate me. I don't think I really need to emphasize how happy I was when Andrew set himself and us in his car and drove home.
It looks like Andrew is getting a little groggy; either that, or the Hand Twins have been dipping in the "sauce" again.
(I can't believe we even typed that. That's because you two do whatever anyone tells you. That's not true. Shut up! Okay...)
G'night, everybody!
- Righty B -
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| Time: | 12:55 pm. |
| Mood: | awake. | | Music: | Aerosmith - Walk This Way. |
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Wow, am I tired! I think falling asleep in the middle of the day is a bad idea. I don't do it often, but there are those times when you just have to give in and become dead to the world. Of course, waking up is a bitch, because of the tingling and whatnot.
Anyway, I didn't get much sleep last night. I stayed up most of the night, tossing and turning. It didn't help, though, that Lefty B kept hogging my side of the bed. I mean, he may be sick and all, but that doesn't excuse him from taking up my side of the bed! And that's a pretty big bed!
Oh well, I'll probably get a quick nap in later in the day. I guess it depends on how much Andrew is planning on doing today. I swear, we do so much for him, and he rarely gives us the attention we deserve. Sure, he trims our nails, but it has to be more than that, in order for this relationship to work out.
I should get going now, looks like a shower is in the works.
- Righty B -
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Hi there! The name's Righty B, and in case you haven't been able to figure it out - with the username or my name, period - I am the Right Foot of Andrew, also known to you people of LiveJournal as ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) angelictorment.
First, let me start off by saying that it's really nice of you to stop by and check out what happens in the life of a Right Foot. We Feet don't get the recognition that I feel, as a Foot and basically the base of the entire Human Body, we should receive. Thanks to the Hand Twins, I have set up this little LiveJournal account to jot down various points of the day in the life of being a Foot. Especially when it's the Foot of a livewire like Andrew.
And I've got a lot to say, but don't worry, I'm going to tell it like it is - well, from my perspective. If anyone gets brought down in a firey ball of negativity because of what I, as a Foot, have to say, then that's really your problem, not mine. Hell, if Andrew does something that gets on my nerves, I'm going to write about it. He even gets on my nerves from time to time.
(Remember, the Hand Twins are also helping me out with this. Yeah, but you said to type what you said. We are just adding a little flavor to it. Oh, shut up and get back to typing. Okay...)
Anyway, if you've befriended me, I hope you enjoy my look on life. And no "How's the weather down there?" jokes, please. It's old.
But now I must retire. I am already tucked into my warm sock, and I must head for bed. See you soon!
- Righty B -
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bored.