Two things: "ow ow" and "ow ow".

[thistlechaser]

The first ow ow:

When did I forget that knives and I just do not mix? I needed to break down a bunch of cardboard boxes tonight, so I grabbed a knife and set to work. The very first cut I made, I sliced my darned finger open.

How? My finger was on the blade and I pushed.
Why? Lord knows. I cannot seem to keep track of all ten of my fingers at once, so therefore should not be trusted with knives. I was using my middle one to brace it or balance it while controlling it with my forefinger and thumb. No, it really doesn't make much sense to me either.

The second ow ow:

This will be more painful for you folks than for me: Think about Harry/Ginny and then look here. Cackle! The eyes, the eyes... (The extra r in the file name is because it's rrrrreally scarrrrry. Not a typo I was too lazy to correct. Honest.)

Comments

[tersa.livejournal.com]

When did I forget that knives and I just do not mix?

Were you using a regular knife, or a box knife? If the former, you deserve all the blood you get. :) Using a regular knife in that case is just silly.

Box knifes (also might be called utility blades) are a lot safer for breaking down boxes.

[thistle-chaser.livejournal.com]

Actually, neither. It was one "half" (side?) of a former pair of scissors. It seemed easier to just call it a knife (since it had a blade and all) than explain how I came to possess half of a new pair of scissors.

Scissors start out surprisingly sharp. Just by placing my finger against the blade and (unknowingly) pushing, I got a big, bloody gash.

[isiscolo.livejournal.com]

The file name is clearly because looking at it scars you for life.

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

The eyes, the eyes... the hair BEHIND (or is it underneath?) the eyes...