Hmm, well that coupled with my picking up a 20 dollar tube of Mederma makes me feel a little better, thanks, c_dubya!

Oh, scars....I have an 11 inch long scar on my left quadricep from crashing my scooter (wearing gear) at 25 mph a couple years ago. I was kind bummed about it at first, but no one ever sees it and I don't have to look at it either unless I'm on the bicycle. It doesn't really bother me at all today. Hopefully I'll be less sensitive about this one in time too, but it's on my
FACE and I've never had scars there before....I know it's a vain thing to say, but it pisses me off more because this was the result of something someone did to me, not just something stupid I did myself, like falling out of a tree or trying to climb a building or crashing my bicycle.....Argh, oh well. Could have been a hell of a lot worse, right?!

Chicks dig scars, huh? That saying has always just kind of made me laugh. I think of all mine as little stories about all the stuff I've done in my time...nothing more nothing less. My skirt chasing days are done, but I guess it's always kind of fun to tell girls about the gruesome ways you got your scars, heh.