I have the unique distinction of being the first person of the first lunch of the first day of the year that the school cafe was open...
To cut myself.
"Awesome," you might say, "Smooth," or even "That chick powns at cutting."
All of the above are false. Completely. It was pseudo-fantastic, though. I cut myself while making my English teacher's sandwich. Silent paybacks are a bitch.
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