Dear Paper-Cut

I hate you, but you taught me a lot

Sometimes I think I’m a badass bitch, and then I get a paper-cut. I’m quickly reminded otherwise.

But really — how frustrating are these monsters. They show up uninvited and refuse to bugger off for days — weeks! — ruining my daily chores.

I mean, sure, I shouldn’t haggle the can of beans the way I did (is it called a paper cut…