dragonflycq

My fingers hurt.

On top of the 3 paper cuts I recieved today handing out fucking chilli cook off tickets....I sliced my right index and middle finger tips open.

It sucks. Those are pretty much the two most used areas of my body (get your mind out of the gutter ), and they're all bandaged up. Typing sucks. Counting out money sucks. Trying to finish mixing the cake I was making at the time of the incident whilst blood driped down the spoon sucked.

I was opening a tub of sour cream (yes sour cream in a chocolate cake), and the foil wrap that's underneath the lid was kind of lopsided, so when I ran my fingers around it to open the tub, the damn serrated foil sliced me pretty deep. Though it was funny to watch the look on my man's face when I told him I bled into his cake.



He let me borrow some money when my roomate couldn't pay her bills because she got her identity stolen online by a guy who used it to buy match.com time and self-help books from Amazon, so my checking account wouldn't bounce.

What a great guy.

So to say thanks, I made him a copy of the tape from when I filmed the Supersuckers at the store, and the chocolate blood cake.

I've never made a chocolate cake for anyone before....and he said no one's ever made him a chocolate cake before....

He ate it for breakfast.

I think we're really good together.



I'm not used to that.