yes or no?
i find immense pleasure in vehemently stabbing the cranky old blacked waffle machine whenever i do the closing shift. there is a certain pleasure derived whenever i see those pieces of hardened burnt waffle flying out. -poke poke poke- one by one, the grooves of the machines are slowly cleared. i can imagine a perfectly formed waffle, one that looks like a perfect rectangle, topped with a huge scoop of the much desired ice cream. i keep day dreaming about the perfect waffle
until a small piece of charred waffle flies out and hits me in the eye. the heat sears through my skin and registers in my brains. FUCKKKkkkkk omg i am going blind, i think to myself. I ran to the mirror and prise my eyes open. A sigh of relief escapes when i realise that it just hit the inner corner of my eye, it didnt enter my eye. that relief is soon replaced by, wtf now i have a burn at my eye area tmd