This morning I burned the shit out of my hand.
A friend of mine came over Saturday night with a friend of hers. The plan was for them to come over after watching the Georgia-Auburn game (YEAH! AUBURN! YEAH!) and get ready at my house. Well. For one of them, that meant using a curling iron, which is totally fine by me... if you turn it off.
This morning as I was leaving, I did my routine check of the house to make sure everything was off and locked.
I noticed the curling iron and saw it was plugged but didn't think it was on. I grab the barrel and burn the shit out of my hand. my fingertips are raw and my palm is on fire.
I'm pissed that I burned my hand but even more pissed that the motherfucking curling iron was on for 2 days.
It was on my dresser and you all know I'm not exactly neat. Everything in my house is flammable. That stupid curling iron could have caused a fire. And it wasn't even mine. AND my HAND FUCKING HURTS.
Okay, I'm done venting.
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2 comments:
I definitely lol'ed on this one. My landlady came over once and turned on all these lights while I was on vacation for 10 days. I'm OCD about stuff like that... she didn't have to pay the electricity bill that month! I hope your hand feels better.
Thanks dude. It does feel a lot better.
I think someone needs to invent a whole other category for me because OCD doesn't really cover it. Even when I see something is off, I have to look at it at least three times before I'm satisfied it's off. Maybe I'm nuts - highly likely.
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