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pyoor_excuseSo, yeah. It appears I've let an idiot lose on my legs with a razor. One leg is fine, apart from a slight sort-of-graze right by the ankle (no, I don't know how I did that), but the other leg? My god the other leg.
I dunno what I did to my left leg, but it appears that someone has stabbed little holes in it all over the place. TBH it's my fault, I got pissed off and decided to shave 'the wrong way' - which happens quite frequently (my hairs are quite, um, stubborn, and shaving in the opposite direction to my hair growth seems to be the only way to get a decent shave. I'm meant to use my epilator, but keep forgetting....
Anyway, slathered myself in moisturiser to try and make up for it.
Got to work later today, which is a shame....but the money, oh, the money. And I *need* the money because I've found a few 'little' problems on Rebecca, which means I need to take her down to the mog centre. Well, I knew I needed to do that, but it means other 'nicer' things will have to wait. One of my brake pipes (rear, passenger side) is crushed (somehow), the toe-in is off, and there's a slight waterleak around the back window (need a new rubber).
Bah, I'm now feeling crappy about going to work. I'm enjoying my lazy sunday. The idea of just lounging around and doing sod all all day, or maybe just wandering over to see John.
I won't get a break next weekend either, working Saturday, I think, and finishing off the service on the Mog on Sunday....so yeah. *sulk*
Still, I had a really nice day yesterday. Got about halfway through the mog service... got a list of faults to rectify now, as I've said, then went round to a friends house in the evening and just relaxed, had a nice dinner, sat and chatted and slagged off Big Brother. God that Kitty/Kitten/Whatever woman, she needs to get a sense of humour, stop taking herself so bloody seriously and learn that rebelling against *nothing* is pointless.
Anticapitalist my arse, you're on big-brother woman, they're *using* you to make money, and all you're getting out of it is to look like a prat on national tv. Yeah. So. Pfer.
I dunno what I did to my left leg, but it appears that someone has stabbed little holes in it all over the place. TBH it's my fault, I got pissed off and decided to shave 'the wrong way' - which happens quite frequently (my hairs are quite, um, stubborn, and shaving in the opposite direction to my hair growth seems to be the only way to get a decent shave. I'm meant to use my epilator, but keep forgetting....
Anyway, slathered myself in moisturiser to try and make up for it.
Got to work later today, which is a shame....but the money, oh, the money. And I *need* the money because I've found a few 'little' problems on Rebecca, which means I need to take her down to the mog centre. Well, I knew I needed to do that, but it means other 'nicer' things will have to wait. One of my brake pipes (rear, passenger side) is crushed (somehow), the toe-in is off, and there's a slight waterleak around the back window (need a new rubber).
Bah, I'm now feeling crappy about going to work. I'm enjoying my lazy sunday. The idea of just lounging around and doing sod all all day, or maybe just wandering over to see John.
I won't get a break next weekend either, working Saturday, I think, and finishing off the service on the Mog on Sunday....so yeah. *sulk*
Still, I had a really nice day yesterday. Got about halfway through the mog service... got a list of faults to rectify now, as I've said, then went round to a friends house in the evening and just relaxed, had a nice dinner, sat and chatted and slagged off Big Brother. God that Kitty/Kitten/Whatever woman, she needs to get a sense of humour, stop taking herself so bloody seriously and learn that rebelling against *nothing* is pointless.
Anticapitalist my arse, you're on big-brother woman, they're *using* you to make money, and all you're getting out of it is to look like a prat on national tv. Yeah. So. Pfer.
