I think I missed the memo in kindergarten where they said not to play with scissors.. I miss the safety scissors where it was near impossible to cut yourself with them.
It 'twas the night before Christmas,
And all through my house,
No creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
No wrapping was done,
No lights left glowing,
Only blood that splattered,
It wouldn't stop flowing.
The stocking were hung,
By the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas,
Soon would be there.
Tinsel was unraveled,
Fruit cake left as hard as a rock,
And I stared with tears,
And I sat in shock.
Hmm... not my best work.
After wrapping gifts tonight, I went to put away the scissors, but they were still open and I ended up cutting my hand somehow instead.
No worries. It's not bad at all. But anyone [i.e.- Christian] who knows me knows that all of my tiny cuts bleed forever.
Mood:Pissy.
Music:X-Mas In Hell, by Dj Ashba.
