Today started out great.
Then it got really terrible really fast.
Then it got even worse just when I thought things would finally start improving.
Then I sliced my finger open with an X-ACTO knife and bled all over my desk. This should have been the low-point of my day, but it turns out it was just a warm-up of things to come. And realizing that slicing your finger open was actually one of the better things to happen in your day kinda forces you to reevaluate your life choices.
Like "Why did I use that X-ACTO knife when I've sliced my finger open with an X-ACTO knife at least a dozen times before?
And "Why did I become a vegetarian when pepperoni pizza is so darn tasty?"
And "Why did I switch from briefs to boxers?"
And "Whatever possessed me to watch the movie "White Chicks?"
And "Why did I have that Super Bean Burrito for lunch?
And "If I had become an astronaut like I wanted when I was a kid, I probably wouldn't be slicing my fingers open with X-ACTO blades."
My finger hurts and apparently I've made all the wrong decisions.
Not a good day to be me.
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I’m with you on the X-Acto knife, despite once needing four stitches in my hand from one I still manage to not learnt my lesson and still cut myself.
Imagine if you were an astronaut, you’d cut your glove open with some sharp tool and destroy the integrity of your space suit.
Boxer briefs, dude. It’s the way to go.
My love of sausage on a pizza would be hard to give up. Although I do enjoy a really well made vegetarian pizza.
I’ve been turning the boxers/briefs one over in my head lately too. I remember switching to boxers and feeling awesome about it, but I kinda miss the snuggliness of briefs. What to do, what to do?
I no longer can remember which day I sliced my finger open with an umbrella spoke, but I bet we overlapped on this a bit and were kindred spirits without even knowing it.
Pepperoni pizza is the one thing my friend Mike misses since becoming a vegetarian. Funny how it’s not bacon, but pepperoni.