To anyone wondering, there's no deep meaning to the title of this post...no philosophical approach to a life lesson...nope, nothing. This post is just to share with you that I fell down the stairs in my apartment...again!
This makes five falls, I believe. Which, considering that I've only lived there a year and 2 months and considering how insanely clutzy I am, I'd say I'm doing pretty well! I have 16 stairs, then a little flat space, and then 4 more. But no worries, I only fell down about 7 of them!
Let's just say that if my door hadn't been locked, I'm pretty sure I would've gone flying through it, which would of caused me to smack my door into two girls who I happened to see walking by at the time through the window.
Moral of the story: Yeah...there isn't one! I'm a clutz! What can I say?!
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