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threadwalkerI'm a whiner
My hands have boo boos and they sting like a bitch! And they keep cracking open and weeping and showing raw flesh. I couldn't open my 20 oz bottle of diet coke. I can't grip my bottle w/o cracking the skin open. sniffle. I can't put a pony tail in my hair wihtout aggravating both hands. HOw the fuck am I supposed to put 2 pairs of gloves on these? argh.
Stop getting all "finger wagging at me". I hate that internal voice that sounds like my mom's voice.
Fine, it's my fault I have the busted blisters.
Happy fucking MOnday! I'll find the fucking work gloves next time.
(Yes, I will so swear. don't shake your imaginary finger at me! I have boo boos and I'm cranky. I will so swear! gah!)
My hands have boo boos and they sting like a bitch! And they keep cracking open and weeping and showing raw flesh. I couldn't open my 20 oz bottle of diet coke. I can't grip my bottle w/o cracking the skin open. sniffle. I can't put a pony tail in my hair wihtout aggravating both hands. HOw the fuck am I supposed to put 2 pairs of gloves on these? argh.
Stop getting all "finger wagging at me". I hate that internal voice that sounds like my mom's voice.
Fine, it's my fault I have the busted blisters.
Happy fucking MOnday! I'll find the fucking work gloves next time.
(Yes, I will so swear. don't shake your imaginary finger at me! I have boo boos and I'm cranky. I will so swear! gah!)
