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Sunday, August 28, 2005

So I opened at Work on Saturday with some of the others. My job, among other little things to prepare for the day, was to make the cotton candy.

There was a stare down more than a few times. Had to wait for the opportune moment to make my move. It bit back a lot, but I finally won.

Which would have been the end of pain for the day had I not been stupid and made a bargain with little kids. I put my hand above a candle for 11 seconds. Do you know how much that fucking hurts? About a half an hours worth at LEAST.

Lost @ 12:08 AM