June 6, 2005
I'm On Fire
This morning I burned the back of my hand on a hot iron and there has since sprouted a big pink welt looking not unlike the Fight Club chemical burn, which my queer theory teacher in college said was a representation of ladies' bits (you know...), same with the red-lipstick kiss on the daughter's forehead in Bastard Out of Carolina. Okay, so maybe my burn doesn't look as bad as that, but it was either exaggerate the damage or exaggerate the situation, and I don't think anyone would believe it happened when Brad and Ed stopped by my place this morning to make soap and make out.
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sorry to hear about your hand. I have bruises on my legs that hurt like a bitch, if that makes you feel any better.
Lovely, you have girly bits imprinted onto your hand? Score!
I had a lovely English teacher in high school who I learned to hate immensly. Do you remember the scene in Catcher in the Rye where he is looking out of his hotel room and he sees the couple spitting champagne at each other? He insisted that it was a sign of unhappiness and regret and disrespect. And I of course don't think so at all. We argued about it for 10 minutes. With no one else talking (although secretly I'm sure that they all agreed with me). Perhaps the hate was mutual.
Make soap and make out, what?
I owe you a meme. But I am scared too because my choice in music is way less cool than yours (I secretly heart Dido) but I do think you should feature your listening habits in your sidebar so that I can learn from the more culturally in-depth.
I knew a girl once who actually tried to iron a shirt while she was wearing it. Sorry to hear about your injury, but at least you weren't trying to make a grilled-cheese sandwich with your iron.
Were you?
No, just regularly ironing regular things. Just like I was doing that time I got an iron burn on the back of my arm, right up next to the pit.
you were juggling irons. weren't you?
I told you not to tell! And now I will have to kill you. Wait...did I just type that out loud?