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MOTHERFUCKER.
I broke a glass a couple days ago in the kitchen and I thought I'd vacuumed up all the tiny little pieces, but OBVIOUSLY NOT because I just sliced open the bottom of my foot while trying to put an empty paper towel roll in the recycling bin. And can I just say, the bathroom with the bandaids is completely on the other side of the house? I must have looked absolutely absurd, hopping around the corner clinging onto one foot until I could stick a roll of toilet paper on it, then hobbling down the other hallway to get to the full bathroom and bandaids and, very important, about a pound of neosporin, because CUT THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT WHILE BAREFOOT ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR. I try to clean pretty regularly, but still, I shudder to think what germs might be on there. I have pets, after all.
Damn it, universe, why do you not want me to have blackened steak? Fuck you, I'm going to hobble around and cook it anyway. SO THERE.
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I broke a glass a couple days ago in the kitchen and I thought I'd vacuumed up all the tiny little pieces, but OBVIOUSLY NOT because I just sliced open the bottom of my foot while trying to put an empty paper towel roll in the recycling bin. And can I just say, the bathroom with the bandaids is completely on the other side of the house? I must have looked absolutely absurd, hopping around the corner clinging onto one foot until I could stick a roll of toilet paper on it, then hobbling down the other hallway to get to the full bathroom and bandaids and, very important, about a pound of neosporin, because CUT THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT WHILE BAREFOOT ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR. I try to clean pretty regularly, but still, I shudder to think what germs might be on there. I have pets, after all.
Damn it, universe, why do you not want me to have blackened steak? Fuck you, I'm going to hobble around and cook it anyway. SO THERE.
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