an update
so according to lj, i haven't updated my journal for 73 weeks.
that's a long damn time.
unfortunately, since i'm supposed ot be studying for my accounting and economics finals on thersday, i don't really have time to talk about what's been going on with me for the past 73 weeks.
however, know that i am well and happy.
i won't lie,the main trigger for this update is due to my procrastination. because i am tired of memorizing inane concepts and reasons why the IRS wants you to use LIFO instead of FIFO, i decided to hit up livejournal.
i can't deny that i have been a lurker - reading people's lj's from time to time to feel like i know what's going on in their lives, but i never felt like i needed to update my own until an even that occurred this morning.
this is kind of a gross story, but i feel like everyone should know about it, so i'll indulge you all.
so, i hit up publix this morning and bought a few things. among items purchased included carrots. i was slicing them with my one (1) cutting knife (i realize that all knives cut, but i'm trying here to differentiate for you, dear reader, between a sharp, killing knife, and a piece of cutlery you'd use on your dinner table) anyway, so there i was, listening to the doors and chopping up carrots. all of a sudden, the knife slipped and as i was on the downward momentum stoke to cut the carrot in half, i cut the side of my thumb instead. after making sure i still had the other half of my thumb and i had the bleeding under control, i looked around my kitchen. i'm really not exaggerating when i say that all over the walls, the fridge, mel, the sink, stove, etc. were all blood splattered. it was crazy, i had no idea a cut like that would create such a spray of blood. i will no longer scoff at the sign that reads "be careful of blood spray" when i'm about to give blood at the red cross. if you've been to my apartment, you know i have a tray full of wine, martini, margarita, etc. glasses above my fridge, even those received the blood.
ok, i've rambled on enough about that.
moral of the story is this: when you watch a horror movie and you see the bad guy chop someone's head off and the blood goes everywhere, it's true. no more comments of "that doesn't happen in real life." because it fucking does, man. yeah, i may have just sliced part of a thumb, but i now see the light.
i hope you all are doing well.
that's a long damn time.
unfortunately, since i'm supposed ot be studying for my accounting and economics finals on thersday, i don't really have time to talk about what's been going on with me for the past 73 weeks.
however, know that i am well and happy.
i won't lie,the main trigger for this update is due to my procrastination. because i am tired of memorizing inane concepts and reasons why the IRS wants you to use LIFO instead of FIFO, i decided to hit up livejournal.
i can't deny that i have been a lurker - reading people's lj's from time to time to feel like i know what's going on in their lives, but i never felt like i needed to update my own until an even that occurred this morning.
this is kind of a gross story, but i feel like everyone should know about it, so i'll indulge you all.
so, i hit up publix this morning and bought a few things. among items purchased included carrots. i was slicing them with my one (1) cutting knife (i realize that all knives cut, but i'm trying here to differentiate for you, dear reader, between a sharp, killing knife, and a piece of cutlery you'd use on your dinner table) anyway, so there i was, listening to the doors and chopping up carrots. all of a sudden, the knife slipped and as i was on the downward momentum stoke to cut the carrot in half, i cut the side of my thumb instead. after making sure i still had the other half of my thumb and i had the bleeding under control, i looked around my kitchen. i'm really not exaggerating when i say that all over the walls, the fridge, mel, the sink, stove, etc. were all blood splattered. it was crazy, i had no idea a cut like that would create such a spray of blood. i will no longer scoff at the sign that reads "be careful of blood spray" when i'm about to give blood at the red cross. if you've been to my apartment, you know i have a tray full of wine, martini, margarita, etc. glasses above my fridge, even those received the blood.
ok, i've rambled on enough about that.
moral of the story is this: when you watch a horror movie and you see the bad guy chop someone's head off and the blood goes everywhere, it's true. no more comments of "that doesn't happen in real life." because it fucking does, man. yeah, i may have just sliced part of a thumb, but i now see the light.
i hope you all are doing well.