- Things I learned by accidentally slicing off my flesh
Great, I fucked up my right pinkie. With a brand new 8" kitchen knife. Not a mere cut, actually slicing off part of the fingertip like an escalope. Never saw where it went (down the drain, maybe). Nothing left to reattach. Buh-bye cherished nerve endings. Oh, this fucking sucks.
And it's on my good hand too, the one that likes to play delightfully with delicate parts, bringing smiles and good vibrations to smart, fun-loving ladies. Damn. The hand used for handshakes. Double damn. My pinkie-swears won't be the same either. Double-fucking-damn. :-(
Ok, it happend. It must never happen again. 2 lessons I learned through this mess:
- Never handle dangerous objects when dead tired.
- Become filthy rich, fucking soon, so as to never have to prepare my own meals ever again.
That's it, no more delays; I'm getting organized. I'll pursue my own business endeavors, and will make it this time.
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