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Tuesday, Nov. 23, 2004 - 9:55 pm I went to paintball on the weekend. I freaked out a lot.. cos I'm a fragile, easily broken girl. But it was cool.. got body armour, face mask and camoflauge jumpsuit. I shot more than I got hit. Ran, crouched, sniped, hid and all manner of down and dirty army-esque stuff. The adrenaline rush was really fun, I'd be exhausted after ever match but as soon as the whistle blew I'd be ready to go again. Ended up pretty badly bruised by the end of the day I may take photos of my bruises just to show you how huge and colourful they are. I'm tempted to wear a short skirt out so people can stop me in the street to ask after my blue-y purple legs then I can look away ashamedly and tell them my boyfriend gets off on beating me with golfballs. I'm paying for it now though, my legs, so unused to crouching, kneeling and jumping around have recoiled in protest. Staircases are damn near impossible to manage and I have resorted to going up them very slowly and crabwise while clinging to the banister for dear life. And picking stuff up off the ground? Forget it baby, that shizznit can stay where it falls!!! All in all it was very good (though expensive) fun and I recommend it to everyone..cos I swear there is no greater feeling then taking careful aim and shooting someone else in the ass. |
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