Day Two Hundred and Fifty-One - Handle First

Tonight I ran with scissors. Down the middle of the street [please note stalkers - this is not my street, but one around my house]. Children were present so I'm sure I set an appropriate example of what one can become later in life if one obeys the rules as a young 'un. Also present were lots of gawking yokels on porches in our neighbourhood. I'm posting a photo of me running down the middle of the street and one of me on the pavements. You can't see the scissors in either one. What I'm hoping is that what I lack in quality I make up for in quantity [in terms of photos]. You can't even see my sweet DBZ t-shirt. You can, however, see my gigantic fat ass - life's like that.





I'm sure that I never ran with scissors as a kid. I've had to be as safety conscious as possible my whole life as I'm the biggest dumbass klutz to ever live. I could probably injure myself sitting on the sofa [and yes, most of my worst injuries have occurred in the stupidest ways - not while engaging in any risk-taking behaviour]. Something I used to do with scissors as a kid...trim the shag carpeting. I didn't think my parents would notice and they never did. It was so thick and lustrous. And gold. Like a glorious mane...of carpetting.