Go me(note the sarcasm).
Oi, my hand is sooooo torn up. I had to wire this metal fence together and then wire it to two poles in our front yard to keep my dog Phantom's boyfriend out. Wire is so not my friend. I freaking hate it to death now. Before I had no problem with wire because it never did nothing to me, but now my right hand and right arm have soooo many scratches on it and my right hand is sooooo torn up from trying to pull the wire when it didn't want to be pulled and it just ruined my hand. It's sooooooo fucking sore, and for some reason I feel like using my hand anyways. Oh well, I don't care. I never did like complaining about being in pain unless it lasted longer then I thought it should. I'm really strong about certain things but I'm a fucking baby most of the time. People think I'm lying when I say I'm strong, no I'm not, really I am but I just hate it soooooo freaking much and I hate spiders, especially black widows, so I freak when I see them, especially the big ones. I mean, some spiders I'll get it out of my site on on my own but normally I have to get my dad and then my dad complains about it so it pisses me off. I have a spider near my bed, it bit me like three times last night. I have three very sory spider bites and yes I know the difference between the two because I've been bitten so many times by spiders that it's not funny. So yeah, I'm in a lot of pain. Go me. And to make matters oh so much better, I have to work with the wire again and fix something the didn't work with me last time becasue it started raining on the fence which probably no body understands because I'm so tired I don't understand anything anymore, go me(note the sarcasm).