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:: Thursday, February 13, 2003 ::

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

God fucking damnit. Some practices DO lose their authority it seems.

Ok, for those of you who haven't owned/used Zippos a lot, it's a pretty well know phenomenon that if you fill one and you fill it really full, you spill some fluid over the edges. The best way to deal with this is to take it to a sink, where you can't burn anything, light it, roll it around and burn away the fluid that's in areas where it can catch while you're in a place where you've got it under control. I just tried to do this with my Beta zippo - a prized possesion of mine in that I bought a really nice $35 gold plated black elegance zippo two weeks into pledging, and kept it unused, unfilled, and unopened until I finished pledging and got it engraved with letters. Now I've been using it, really happily.

Well my fucking idiot ass just tried to burn the leaky fluid off of the sides... and I melted the plastic black paneling. One side is all deformed, and there's a gash in the other side, and I'm really fucking pissed at myself because until I get a job I really can't afford the extravagance of buying an other one. This was a present I got for myself for a job well done and.... I fucked it up. I guess the only good news is that pitchers and catchers report in about 18 hours, so it's almost time to break out the Red Sox zippo again... but... I'm still pissed at myself. This was the prize of my collection and I ruined it.

Fuck.
:: Peter 5:45 AM [+] ::
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