I bruise like a grape.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had a snowboarding accident. I fell off a horse. I've had a concussion, a fractured rib... I walk into walls. I'm always bruised up.
When I had my tryout, just from two days being in the ring, learning to bump, hit the ropes, and things like that, I came home, and my back was just one huge bruise.
I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell.
You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise.
My dad was a truck driver, and from the time I was knee high to a grapevine, I was driving a truck.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.
I am a grateful... grapefruit.
Because I'm no longer a pop star 24 hours a day, I'm no longer bogged down by the stupid stuff that used to cripple me. I don't bruise easily any more.
For some reason, I bruise like a peach. I don't have enough vitamin C, I think.