Doh.

I just accidentally poured hot candle wax all over my left hand. This was quite painful. Once, I singed my fringe on a candle (do you remember that my anonymous lurker friend?) Cretin. Me and candles are unmixy things.

The moral of this story kids, is don't read fic and play with candles at the same time.

I was going to say don't read porn and play with candles at the same time, but that might have given the wrong impression...

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This post in metaquotes really amused me.

In other news, people suck. It's too long, boring and convoluted for me to even bother typing up but the outcome is that we've been stuck with looking after the pony that belonged to my mum's friend that died twelve weeks ago. She's come down with laminitis today and the girl that was looking after her has decided she can't anymore. My mum had a shouting match with her earlier while I hid in the stable with Oscar. All very traumatising.