Lessons Learned

If you're squeamish, come back tomorrow and I'll post about stupid names. But come on, you know you want to look. It's not that bad...


I wasn't supposed to take the original stuff off until today, but I had to shower. Believe me, I needed it. And my job of it- well, it looked better last night. Before I went to work and lifted boxes like I probably shouldn't have. And, yes, they let me use the boxcutters again. But not that nice sharp one, as- "Did you want to get rid of this?" "No. Why, does it have your blood on it?" "Yep." "Oh. Well then yeah, chunk it."


For perspective on where it is in case you don't care for the next one. Creative ideas for good excuses/lies/I'm tired of the boxcutter fight story? Although I don't care for the "I missed my wrist" one, thanks anyway, Kiernan.


Please make sure to comment after you're done going "Ewwwww." But trust me, it looked much worse. And despite the general opinion of "I couldn't watch them put string in my own hand." Why not? How many chances am I gonna get?