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[nny]

Last night I was shaking out a match I'd lit all the tealights with and the head flew off onto the table. Which would have been fine except for the fact that my wallet was also on the table, made out of cheap primark-plastic burny mcburnerson material. No real damage, fortunately, just major flailing and minor wallet-scarring, but it's one of those moments where you really wonder if the universe is trying to tell you something.

Comments

[cow.livejournal.com]

Heh. Moments like that make me go, uh, I'm an adult! really! I can handle tying my shoes and everything!.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

... Go live in a hippy commune, perhaps? Become a communist?

Yeah, I got nothin'.