October was weird. I have pictures to prove it. I was decorating for Halloween and messing with duct tape. For some unknown reason I decided to cut it with a steak knife and cut my finger instead. Blood everywhere. My porch looked like the set of a horror movie.
Authenticity! Real blood. I got a biology lesson too. Saw the fatty layer under the dermis. It wasn't awesome. I probably should have gone straight to the emergency room at this point but there was one little teensy weensy problem: My health insurance doesn't cover ambulance rides and I wasn't going to be able to drive while holding pressure on my hemorrhaging finger. I called my mother but she didn't pick up. After a few minutes, I was able to stem the tide. I taped it up. Thought I taped it well. I went into the garage and put on my jeans. OOPS. Stuffing those pockets into themselves? That wasn't such a good idea. It angered the finger. More blood. I still have blood stains on my shoes from all this. Long story short, I cut my finger at 10 am. I waved the bloody white flag and went to the ER to ask for help at 8pm. I am insane.
They glued it shut and stemmed the tide but I will NEVER be a hand model.
I wasn't planning on it anyway, I cook too much to keep scars off my hands. For a week after that little anatomy lesson I didn't cut ANYTHING with a steak knife or any other sort of knife for that matter.
I wonder what my house would look like under a black light? A murder scene.. good for October.
In other news, a friend's recent visit from the drama llama reminded me of something I had in my linen closet. A Christmas present I had bought and wrapped for someone two years ago. Two years ago. We got in a fight, I apologized, but she refused to speak to me again and our only encounter since has proved to me that I don't deserve to have friends like that. Meaning, I don't deserve to be subjected to emotional abuse and derision for not conforming to someone's arbitrary standards of tolerance and political correctness and for not giving up a relationship with someone else because they have a problem with them. (Especially since said person was and is friends with people who hurt ME badly as well.)
I opened it tonight and set it on fire.
I should probably mention at this point that it is a candle. It smells good. I may have lost a friend but there's no reason I shouldn't enjoy that smelly good candle. It's called "Angel wings".
Mmmmm angel wings. I think it should smell more like cookies.
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