tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60569137848521729402024-03-14T06:07:52.523-04:00The Daily DoomCatastrophizing is the new black.Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-14032758850428931882015-06-04T19:57:00.001-04:002015-06-04T19:57:26.980-04:00Beans DoomI ate beans for lunch today because that's all I had in the cupboard. I thought my housemates would be well away at badminton when the inevitable woodwinds section chimed in. <div><br></div><div>They decided not to go. I am full of the vapours.</div><div><br></div><div>DOOOOOM</div>Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-47858381890567712452015-05-21T14:09:00.000-04:002015-05-21T14:16:28.542-04:00Vague Impending DoomThere's nothing like have an anxiety problem where you sometimes have this feeling of vague impending DOOM. <br />
<br />
There's no reason for it. It's just there.<br />
<br />
'Cause what's worse about being anxious about something?<br />
<br />
BEING ANXIOUS ABOUT NOTHING!!!<br />
<br />
It's really hard to reason yourself out of being anxious when you don't even know why you're anxious. Just sayin'...<br />
<br />
And then I start worrying about the anxiety. It just keeps building on itself like a snowball rolling down a mountain. The chest pain starts, the shallow breathing, etc... The physical symptoms make the anxiety even worse because then I start worrying about having a heart attack. It's my body's way of saying, "I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT...MWAHAHA". I'm positive my body laughs at me in a evil manner all the freakin' time.<br />
<br />
Now on top of feeling something bad is going to happen, I'm dealing with worrying that I'm going to have a heart attack.<br />
<br />
I give up.<br />
<br />
Ativan, take me away.<br />
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<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-75289614190309755142015-05-17T15:15:00.001-04:002015-05-17T15:15:50.310-04:00If I'm naked, you could lose a leg DoomI think I'm going to have to make this The Weekly Doom because it's just to damn hard to come up with one every day. As you can see I've been struggling to write lately.<br />
<br />
So, I've covered stair doom before...falling down stairs. Pretty straightforward, right?<br />
<br />
Well this one is a little different. <br />
<br />
What if one of my housemates is coming down the stairs while I'm getting dressed and BAM a stair breaks under their leg. They'd fall through the stair and beak their leg. They'd be yelling for help and possibly be bleeding out. (you never know, am I right?)<br />
<br />
And there I'd be in the middle of putting my pants on wondering if I should just run out like that to help or take a moment to finish getting dressed before I went to help. <br />
<br />
If I went out immediately, I would be indecent.<br />
<br />
If I finished getting dressed, they could get angry at me or they could lose their leg, or worst case scenario, they could die stuck in the middle of the steps.<br />
<br />
Because obviously their pain and suffering is ALL ABOUT ME. *sigh*<br />
<br />
I need a new brain.Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-34699760292768105122015-05-07T13:18:00.002-04:002015-05-07T13:18:38.342-04:00Salad Dressing DoomHere's my conundrum.<br />
<br />
I am fat so I should eat more salad.<br />
<br />
When I eat salad the salad dressing ALWAYS ends up on my shirt.<br />
<br />
Salad dressing stains are a bitch to get out of shirts.<br />
<br />
I eat less salad.<br />
<br />
I am still fat; therefore, I should eat more salad.<br />
<br />
IT NEVER ENDS<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-53484123569991415512015-05-05T16:59:00.001-04:002015-05-05T16:59:33.673-04:00Cat Hair in the Eye DoomOH MAH GAAAAAAH<br />
<br />
What in thee hell are cat hairs made of? Itching powder in strand form?<br />
<br />
Have you ever gotten one of these fuckers in your eye? If you own cats, I'm sure you have. <br />
<br />
There's that first moment of "shoot, I've got something in my eye". Then you start trying to get it out. You poke and poke and rub your eyeball trying to get that barely visible evil little fucker to stick to your finger so you can pull it out. It doesn't.<br />
<br />
And your eye is now red, watering and even more itchy. <br />
<br />
You rub your eye some more still hopeful that you can get this piece of freakin' cat shrapnel out of your eye. <br />
<br />
But to no avail. It's firmly stuck in there and eventually disappears behind your eye or something because the itch is still there but you can't see it anymore. I'm sure by now I've got enough cat hair behind my eye that my brain could cough up a hairball. <br />
<br />
Now what's going to happen? You can't stop rubbing your itchy eye so you accidentally tear that clear membrane on your eyeball? All because of a freakin' cat hair.<br />
<br />
You start calling your cats assholes (oh who am I kidding, I already do that) but at the same time you pet them and get even more cat hair on your hand which may or may not end up on your face.<br />
<br />
And the cycle starts again.<br />
<br />
Why do I love my cats? Why?<br />
<br />
I typed this with a cat hair in my left eye, by the way.<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-22465027371352952972015-05-03T16:23:00.002-04:002015-05-03T16:23:48.201-04:00New Shoe DoomEveryone knows that most new shoes need to be broken in a little bit, so why do I ALWAYS forget this fact when it comes to sandals?<br />
<br />
Last week I bought myself a new pair of sandals (cheap ones, nothing fancy) that felt very comfortable. <br />
<br />
OR SO I THOUGHT.<br />
<br />
I wore them for a short outing on Friday and they were good. No problems. I thought I was free and clear to wear them for a longer outing. <br />
<br />
Along comes Saturday and I'm out and about all day walking around in these sandals when, BA-BAM (thank you swiffer lady for giving me that expression), shoe burn hits with a vengeance. Do you know what shoe burn is? It's basically a friction burn on the bottoms of your feet when you break in a new pair of sandals. <br />
<br />
And it bloody hurts. It feels like you're rubbing the skin right off the bottoms of your feet.<br />
<br />
My feet are still a bit tender today.<br />
<br />
Shoe burn. It is evil.<br />
<br />
You'd think I'd remember by now that this happens every damn time I get a new pair of sandals.<br />
<br />
Sometimes I just have the dumb.<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-59522109533569122892015-05-02T12:57:00.001-04:002015-05-02T12:57:20.092-04:00CAT DoomEver tried to make a bed or fold laundry or for that matter DO ANYTHING with a cat around????<br />
<br />
Try 3 cats.<br />
<br />
Yeah. You know what I'm talking about.<br />
<br />
They're lucky they're cute and purr in your ear.<br />
<br />
I'm positive they've got a secret society where they plan how to rule the humans and put dogs in their place. At least I'm sure my cats are organized. I think they hold staff meetings while I'm asleep.<br />
<br />
I've said it before and I'll say it again, CATS ARE ASSHOLES.Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-14467103323646310102015-04-27T14:30:00.001-04:002015-04-27T14:31:17.084-04:00Trout DoomAhh the elusive trout. <br />
<br />
The woods are fresh with spring. The sky is grey and possibly threatening rain. The long walk down to the valley is steep and exhausting.<br />
<br />
Ok, Ok. Once you get there it's beautiful, I admit. <br />
<br />
And the excitement of having a trout on the line is, well, exhilarating.<br />
<br />
So what could go wrong?<br />
<ul>
<li>pouring rain</li>
<li>getting lures stuck in the flotsam in the stream making the Dude have to continually free my line and then he'll become angry with me</li>
<li>fishing angry (you know how they say don't drive angry? Well, they got the phrase from Don't Fish Angry...I'm sure of it)</li>
<li>My bad back acting up making me very sore and dreading the climb back up (ok, so it's rough trail stairs but there's A LOT of them, ok, and I'm very sedentary)</li>
<li>spiders. You just never know about those evil fuckers.</li>
<li>ALL THE BAD THINGS HAPPENING MAKING IT THE WORST FISHING TRIP EVER AND IT WILL SOMEHOW BE ALL MY FAULT.</li>
</ul>
<br />
Oh and not catching a fish would suck too.<br />
<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-80965577319692808142015-04-24T19:06:00.001-04:002015-04-24T19:06:33.449-04:00Scary Movie DoomWhy do some of us love scary movies? <br />
<br />
As a kid I couldn't handle them at all. Even in my late teens and early twenties I didn't like them. <br />
<br />
Now? Well, now it's sort of a love/hate relationship with them. I love getting sucked into watching them but I hate how they can sometimes get into my head and creep me right the hell out. Because, yanno, horror movies have such incredibly plausible story lines that I might end up in one. You never know, am I right? Right?<br />
<br />
IT'S JUST A MOVIE.<br />
<br />
It doesn't help when you're alone and you have 3 cats that randomly stare at nothing. NOTHING. Are they staring at a ghosts are is an epic game of "made you look". Cats are assholes and I wouldn't put it past them.<br />
<br />
But I watch them anyway. Inevitably I watch them at night, get creeped out, and then spend the rest of the night turning on lights and jumping at random household noises.<br />
<br />
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM<br />
<br />
ha! Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-90258698695701930852015-04-22T12:35:00.002-04:002015-04-22T12:35:43.704-04:00Birthday DoomAnother year, another birthday.<br />
<br />
Getting old sucks. Getting old can be doom-worthy.<br />
<br />
You'd think I'd be getting wiser and more mature but trust me, that just ain't happening.<br />
<br />
MATURITY IS OVERRATED!<br />
<br />
I've got family and friends who spoil me so you know what? No doom today.<br />
<br />
There's probably so much funny stuff I could write about today but it's my birthday and I don't feel like it.<br />
<br />
So there.<br />
<br />
(Told ya I was immature)Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-43705039929996758572015-04-21T14:50:00.001-04:002015-04-21T14:50:28.988-04:00Service Ontario (DMV) DoomDo I need to say more?<br />
<br />
How long will the line be?<br />
<br />
At least I'm in a small town and it's not usually too bad. <br />
<br />
There, see? I looked on the positive side of things. It hurt in my brain to do that.<br />
<br />
Ha.Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-2356320125279841392015-04-19T17:13:00.000-04:002015-04-19T17:13:03.534-04:00Police Car DoomNo I didn't get arrested. Why would you think that? <br />
<br />
So we all know when a police car is going down the road with sirens blaring, you get out of the way. Right?<br />
<br />
What do you do when you're in the middle of the intersection? I had people on all sides of the intersection and behind me. <br />
<br />
This just happened to me.<br />
<br />
I didn't know what to do so I stayed put. I feel like I should have put my hazard lights on so the police would know that I saw them coming. But I didn't. I froze. Literally.<br />
<br />
Now I feel like the police are going to hunt me down, give me a ticket which I won't be able to pay, impound my car, arrest me, the judge will set my bail to an amount I can't pay, my friends and family will be ashamed of me, and I'll spend my days rotting in jail.<br />
<br />
Makes sense, right?<br />
<br />
WHY DOES MY BRAIN OPERATE LIKE THIS?<br />
<br />
And what the hell do you do when you can't go anywhere anyway?<br />
<br />
I should have put my hazard lights on dammit. <br />
<br />
I'm so going to jail.<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-33532394774076550562015-04-18T22:47:00.000-04:002015-04-18T22:47:04.761-04:00Getting the Newspaper DoomI have trouble going outside. The outside world seems big and scary and like a big weight on my shoulders pressing me down into the ground. <br />
<br />
You know, 'cause air is so heavy.<br />
<br />
I also have social phobia which makes me fear being seen or talked to when I finally do make it outside.<br />
<br />
Cut to this morning and I have to go get the morning paper at the end of our long-ass driveway. The sky is blue, it's beautiful out and I'm hiding behind the back door willing myself to turn the knob and go outside. Finally I do it. I just take a breath, twist that knob, and all of the sudden I'm out in the fresh air.<br />
<br />
Ok, now what?<br />
<br />
I literally start to hug the back wall of the house like I'm walking along a building ledge and creep along until I'm at the corner of the house.<br />
<br />
I peek around the corner like any good covert ops person would do. Hey, I've seen movies, right? I return flat backed against the back wall and breathe like I'm about to turn the corner and fight for my life. <br />
<br />
No one there.<br />
<br />
I can do this.<br />
<br />
I take a deep breath and turn the corner. Then I slowly walk towards the paper at the end of the driveway while scanning the scenery like a terminator looking for humans. <br />
<br />
Still no one.<br />
<br />
I grab the paper and make a bee-line towards the house. Why is it called a bee-line anyway? Don't bees have that figure 8 dance that they do?<br />
<br />
But I digress. <br />
<br />
I make it around the corner and quickly get myself through the back door again. I flop against that back door and pant with relief like I've just finished running a mile. (Not that I ever <i>have</i> run a mile. It's what I imagine, okay?)<br />
<br />
I MOTHERFUCKING DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
Now to just get through the same thing tomorrow. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-69168399572258121042015-04-17T16:03:00.003-04:002015-04-17T16:03:56.056-04:00Undefined DoomDo you ever have a sense of impending doom but you don't know what it's for?<br />
<br />
I do.<br />
<br />
Right this very minute.<br />
<br />
And not knowing what the feeling of doom is for just makes the feeling stronger.<br />
<br />
This. Sucks.<br />
<br />
But this too shall pass.Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-4868319975333198352015-04-16T17:30:00.001-04:002015-04-16T17:30:59.569-04:00Leaving on a jet plane DoomMy humans are leaving on a jet plane tomorrow and while I do know when they'll be back again I'm still filled with DOOM.<br />
<br />
It's fairly obvious why. <br />
<br />
Plane crashes, asses sucked into airplane toilets, falling into a volcano in the Azores...<br />
<br />
The list goes on.<br />
<br />
And on.<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-60938502351810708382015-04-15T17:25:00.002-04:002015-04-15T17:25:57.897-04:00Skin DoomI'm going to be 43 next week. Will my face EVER STOP producing blemishes? <br />
<br />
I mean really. I have a good cleansing routine. What gives?<br />
<br />
Mother Nature, please get with the program and sort my hormones out!<br />
<br />
I'm already socially anxious enough, I don't need to add bad skin to my reasons to be anxious. I feel like I'm doomed to wander the earth alone with a blemish going at all times. <br />
<br />
/whineAmanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-31822991565410142592015-04-14T14:58:00.001-04:002015-04-14T14:58:37.750-04:00Meow DoomI am certain that if my housemates hear my cats meowing at night it will lead to me out on the street because sleep deprivation will cause my housemates to lose their jobs.<br />
<br />
'Cause THAT makes sense, right?<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-24555950556875566062015-04-13T13:47:00.003-04:002015-04-13T13:47:23.541-04:00Car DoomEvery time I go out in my car I think, "Is this the time when the car will break down?"<br />
<br />
And I have no CAA.<br />
<br />
AAAAAAAAAAAH! <br />
<br />
What do I do?<br />
<br />
I even check my phone every so often to make sure I've got numbers I can call in the contacts list. As if somehow over time they'll disappear. But they're always there. <br />
<br />
But what do I do when no one is available to help?<br />
<br />
DOOOOOOMAmanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-20448027679848996732015-04-11T14:57:00.001-04:002015-04-11T14:57:05.007-04:00Earworm DoomYou know what I'm talking about. You get a song (usually a bad one) stuck in your head and it's on repeat.<br />
<br />
Over and over and over again it plays in your head driving you insane.<br />
<br />
And then I personally start to think, can this really drive me insane? The more I think about it, the more the song repeats. <br />
<br />
Then I'd end up in the hospital mumbling the words to "careless whisper" (today's earworm....oh god why...) until someone would suffocate me with a pillow.<br />
<br />
I'm never gonna dance again....<br />
<br />
MAKE. IT. STOP.<br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-66783221219310670142015-04-10T15:50:00.000-04:002015-04-10T15:57:27.968-04:00This is why I don't make fun of gerbils or eat cronut burgers DoomI'm completely afraid of large machinery. <br />
<br />
I don't know how else to put it.<br />
<br />
It could be anything from a giant mechanical King Kong on an amusement park ride (totally happened) to a giant claw at a scrap metal yard (also happened). I'm not afraid of the fact that it's King Kong. I'm afraid of the fact that it's a giant machine. Same with the scrap metal claw. It's a giant machine.<br />
<br />
They all give me the oogies. More than the oogies...all out panic. I mean who's controlling those things anyhow? It certainly isn't me. For all I know, gerbils are running around controlling it while plotting the demise of the human race in revenge for all the Richard Geere jokes.<br />
<br />
I also picture them being artificially intelligent and under the control of no one. SKYNET HAS TAKEN OVER, PEOPLE! Next thing you know there's a war between humans and machines and the giant mechanical King Kong gets a glowing eye and the urge to kill all the people in Disneyland over the existence of the cronut burger. Some would argue that if we invent shit like that, of course the machines would think us worthy of extinction.<br />
<br />
I know that's not true. I do. <br />
<br />
But still somehow large machinery still freaks me right the hell out.<br />
<br />
I'll be back. (had to be done)<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-51596857859972143902015-04-09T13:55:00.001-04:002015-04-09T13:55:27.366-04:00Parallel Parking DoomI always have this fear that not only will I be incapable of parallel parking but it will also cause some sort of road rage incident if I even try. I picture some crazy person getting out of their car with a tire iron or something to smash my car to bits if I don't perfectly park on the first attempt. <br />
<br />
ONE MUST ACHIEVE PERFECTION OR ALL IS LOST!!!! People will rage, the earth shall split asunder, I will be judged harshly for my lack of parallel parking prowess!!!!<br />
<br />
As a result, normally I completely forgo parallel parking and look for spaces that I can just pull into head first. Yeah, I'm chickenshit. There I said it.<br />
<br />
I have a small car. It's great for that. I love my car. But in a purely platonic way...just sayin'...<br />
<br />
So today I'm off to an appointment and the only space I could find was a parallel parking space AND there's a truck behind me. HOLY SHIT I'm gonna die if I try this, I just know it. And the guy in the truck is going to honk at me and tell me off for holding him up if I try it. That's what I'm thinking. <br />
<br />
I know, I know, you must be thinking, "why does she care what the guy in the truck is going to think or do?" And you would be right to think that.<br />
<br />
BUT I'M NOT RATIONAL plus I've got a nice big fat anxiety disorder which makes everything feel like a life or death situation. <br />
<br />
You know what though? I took a deep breath, put my blinker on, motioned the truck to pass me, and I parallel parked my Mandie-mobile perfectly on my first attempt.<br />
<br />
SUCK IT DOOM. I'VE GOT YOUR NUMBER TODAY.<br />
<br />
Sure it took me 2 frikken tries to back out of the driveway without hitting a tree but parallel parking is my bitch today.<br />
<br />
I'm owning that shit.<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-51085994963156357162015-04-08T17:06:00.001-04:002015-04-08T17:06:51.646-04:00Rainy Day Gloom DoomDoes the weather bring you down?<br />
<br />
It's a rainy day today. All grey and gloomy. Plus I live in a basement apartment so it's darker than normal down here. <br />
<br />
I don't think I could ever live where it rains all the time. Despite my dark and yet still silly sense of humour and tendency toward the macabre, even I need a little light sometimes.<br />
<br />
Sorry this doom isn't very funny.<br />
<br />
They grey (insert 50 Shades joke here) just bums me out today.<br />
<br />
I am open to silly stories though if anyone wants to share. <br />
<br />
Silliness is good for the soul.<br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-53848081284759458432015-04-07T14:58:00.000-04:002015-04-07T14:58:22.065-04:00Post- Chocalyptic DoomAs I'm munching on my chocolate bunny from Easter I'm pondering the supposed shortage of chocolate that's coming.<br />
<br />
If that's not a doom, then I don't know what is...<br />
<br />
I picture anarchy. People fighting over squares of chocolate. There'd be a post-chocalyptic chocolate company run by a sisterhood of women.<br />
<br />
I picture it like mad max except with chocolate instead of oil and Mel Gibson. <br />
<br />
Yeah. Maybe that's just me.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-7846014339414784732015-04-06T14:56:00.001-04:002015-04-06T14:56:44.964-04:00Injury DoomI somehow injured my right shoulder just over a week ago.<br />
<br />
WILL IT EVER GET BETTER?<br />
<br />
Do you ever get that feeling (especially as you get older) that you're falling apart and this is the beginning of the end? The injuries you get now will become permanent problems and you'll just keep getting more and more problems. <br />
<br />
I guess that's the plight of the middle age. Is 43 middle age? I dunno.<br />
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I'm too immature for this. Ha!<br />
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<br />Amanda Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909104520591885241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056913784852172940.post-2411022250672100712015-04-05T18:43:00.001-04:002015-04-05T18:43:06.741-04:00The Washing of Sharp Things DoomOnce I accidentally washed a glass with a crack in it. It broke and sliced my finger open.<br />
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Now whenever I hand wash anything made out of glass I expect it to shatter on me and cut me.<br />
This has also migrated to other sharp things, say, a big chef's knife. I picture accidentally slicing myself open while washing it <i>every damn time</i>.<br />
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'Cause there's nothing better when you're washing breakable or sharp things than to be distracted, am I right?<br />
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I'm washing a big knife later. Anything could happen.<br />
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Or you know, nothing 'cause I'm just being irrational as usual.<br />
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