Why anyone would allow me to have access to an open blade is beyond me. Requiring me to own many and carry them around is an even sillier plan.
See where I'm going with this?
Last night, some refill blades got free of their case and decided to make art on me, and when I say art I mean slice my damn leg open.
My theory is since I'm generally content with my life, the universe is determined to mess with me just for fun.
Stay tuned to see what happens tomorrow.
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1 comments:
Forget that this is about you succumbing to masochism ... when did you get an iPhone?
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