blood for blood
Jan. 8th, 2004 04:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeFor my birthday last year, the Engineer presented me with a knife that he had made for me. It was big and surprisingly heavy, the blade made from a steel chisel (though you wouldn't recognise it now). About twice the length of my hand, made of steel and bronze and wood, this is one big and fuckoff knife.
And until yesterday, I was under the assumption that it wasn't very sharp.
See. I've been on a cleaning binge the likes of which has not been seen for a long time. My room alone has taken three days to clean and I'm not even finished with it yet. There has been a purging of my belongings (check at the end of this entry for things that are up for grabs) and I'm on the road to completely dismantling my room and then putting it back together again. Bit by bit.
So, yesterday I took apart my altar and cleaned the fuck out of it. Everything was washed and reconsecrated, I changed the placement of it all to something a bit more accurate. At the end of all of this, after everything was freshly clean and put where I wanted, I placed a glass of pure water in the center.
Five minutes later, I hipchecked the altar and the glass spilled over.
Water everywhere and I'm frantically trying to mop it all up before it gets to some things that could be potentially damaged. As I'm doing this, I barely brush against a candle holder that's barely touching where the big fuckoff knife is (the knife itself is propped up, standing straight up in the air, and unsheathed because it has no sheath). And the big, fuckoff knife comes sliding down and whacks my left index finger on the side closest to my middle finger, inbetween the tip and first knuckle.
OW!
I bled all over the place, all down my arm, all over my ALTAR, and all over the floor (which amazingly, cleaned right up). After washing the cut and Neosporining it all to hell, I can see that it's really not very big. Less then half an inch, but it's rather deep ("Look! My finger has a mouth!"). Fucking-A.
The Wee Ninja and I have decided that this is the Engineer's way of making me quit smoking, because I smoke with my left hand (except when I'm sitting at the computer because the only place for an ashtray is on my right). grr.
Now for up-for-grabs stuff. I have a box full of make-up, perfume and perfume like things, and hairtoys which I have aquired over the years through various different sources. I culled all of this from the second shelf in my room, which was brimming to the point of being extremely messy. Some things have been used, some haven't. Is there anyone who would be interested in me posting a list of this stuff to see if they want any of it? I've already let the Wee Ninja and Ophelia go through, they've taken what they want. But, there's still a fuckload left.
Also, some of this stuff is from people who have presented me with their own box of culled objects to go through and take away what I want. Please do not be offended if something I took from you is now in this box. I can definitely say to the two people I got the most swag from (Miss Robin and Miss Janette), I'm totally keeping more from your hoarde then I'm giving away.
Because I'm a greedy little miser and keep all the best stuff. Like the Funeral Home perfume (from Robin) and the bracelet with the Ten Commandments on it (from Janette). Among other things. hee!
And until yesterday, I was under the assumption that it wasn't very sharp.
See. I've been on a cleaning binge the likes of which has not been seen for a long time. My room alone has taken three days to clean and I'm not even finished with it yet. There has been a purging of my belongings (check at the end of this entry for things that are up for grabs) and I'm on the road to completely dismantling my room and then putting it back together again. Bit by bit.
So, yesterday I took apart my altar and cleaned the fuck out of it. Everything was washed and reconsecrated, I changed the placement of it all to something a bit more accurate. At the end of all of this, after everything was freshly clean and put where I wanted, I placed a glass of pure water in the center.
Five minutes later, I hipchecked the altar and the glass spilled over.
Water everywhere and I'm frantically trying to mop it all up before it gets to some things that could be potentially damaged. As I'm doing this, I barely brush against a candle holder that's barely touching where the big fuckoff knife is (the knife itself is propped up, standing straight up in the air, and unsheathed because it has no sheath). And the big, fuckoff knife comes sliding down and whacks my left index finger on the side closest to my middle finger, inbetween the tip and first knuckle.
OW!
I bled all over the place, all down my arm, all over my ALTAR, and all over the floor (which amazingly, cleaned right up). After washing the cut and Neosporining it all to hell, I can see that it's really not very big. Less then half an inch, but it's rather deep ("Look! My finger has a mouth!"). Fucking-A.
The Wee Ninja and I have decided that this is the Engineer's way of making me quit smoking, because I smoke with my left hand (except when I'm sitting at the computer because the only place for an ashtray is on my right). grr.
Now for up-for-grabs stuff. I have a box full of make-up, perfume and perfume like things, and hairtoys which I have aquired over the years through various different sources. I culled all of this from the second shelf in my room, which was brimming to the point of being extremely messy. Some things have been used, some haven't. Is there anyone who would be interested in me posting a list of this stuff to see if they want any of it? I've already let the Wee Ninja and Ophelia go through, they've taken what they want. But, there's still a fuckload left.
Also, some of this stuff is from people who have presented me with their own box of culled objects to go through and take away what I want. Please do not be offended if something I took from you is now in this box. I can definitely say to the two people I got the most swag from (Miss Robin and Miss Janette), I'm totally keeping more from your hoarde then I'm giving away.
Because I'm a greedy little miser and keep all the best stuff. Like the Funeral Home perfume (from Robin) and the bracelet with the Ten Commandments on it (from Janette). Among other things. hee!
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Date: 2004-01-08 01:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-01-08 02:13 pm (UTC)I'll start working up a list of what I've got. :D
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Date: 2004-01-12 10:28 am (UTC)No pun intended.
Consider this
Date: 2004-01-08 05:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-01-08 09:46 pm (UTC)So does this mean your altar is now consecrated, even if it was unintentional?
If it's really a deep cut, keep it bandaged a couple days longer that you normally would, so it hopefully won't scar badly. Once it's closed you can aloe it all to hell and back too.
I hope your mom is doing better!