Saturday, November 11, 2006

No more comment verification

I have decided that there will be no more comment verification. Goodness gracious, but those letters are hard to read, and it was THE LAST STRAW when I had to verify my OWN comment 3 farken times. Uh huh, that's right....I said fark....fark, fark, no more stupid wierd letter semi-word combo for comment bearers. *grin* Hopefully this means more comments hehehe.

Friday, November 10, 2006

I don't like Posh Spice really....

...but David Beckham is certainly everything nice *wink wink*. I happened upon this Ali G video clip with Posh & Becks on it, totally funny. Poor Becks, to be married to that skinny minny. I mean...she has absolutely NO ASS, none atall! It's a shame really, have you ever heard his voice? A man THAT sexy should NOT sound like a Chav Mickey Mouse *snicker* . Truly a pity. Ok I could go on and on about how beautiful the guy is, he's not particularly smart from what I've seen, but man oh man can he play soccer....I mean football LOL!

Hope I haven't offended anyone that happens to love Becks voice, it's just my humble opinion. I'll just toddle off now to fix dinner with C~....see ya later....same bitch time, same bitch channel.

I'd rather be chewing nails....

You won't believe it...but they sell hair colour for down there . I didn't believe it either, until I saw it. I was reading Homesick Home blog and somehow *rolling eyes* ended up directed to THAT. ROFLMAO! The worst thing is, I think, that not only is it hot pink, but ummmm it's more expensive than hair colour for my head, which requires larger quantities.

This also reminds me of the Sex and the City episode where Samantha found a grey pubic hair and decided to colour it. This was, of course, after she decided to stop shaving to please her boyfriend. Hilariously enough, when she dyed it....or tried to dye it blonde to match her own dyed hair colour, it turned orange. Ok, So maybe I'm the only one that thinks this is a funny thing...

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

A true Swede....

"a true Swede will never bark “shut the fuck up” at you. They will hoof and poof and endure, all the while imagining your bloodied corpse flying down from the mezzanine onto the floor below. "
(Yes, montchan, I stole that DIRECTLY off your blog! Tag, you have now been quoted! *kimmie does her happy dance* singing nananabooboo, stick your toes in poopoo...yes I'm done now.)

Weeeeeelllll now then, THAT must be where I get that from. Being part Swedish, of course. Have you ever wondered exactly why you do the things you do, the specific way that you do them? Occasionally I get the impulse to sit and examine my actions....and occasional thoughts, as well. Yes, I do occasionally have thoughts. Don't we all? Hrmm, perhaps not.

Anyway. The actions are what I was pondering. Some days I just want to scream "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" but don't. Some days, I do scream....usually it's a silent scream. Remember the silent scream of AL Pacino in The Godfather Part III? It's the scene where he is realising that his daughter is dead and he opens his mouth to scream but no sound comes out. THAT is what I'm talking about.

Sometimes I wonder what it is I'm continually fighting. Is it myself? It it some unseen force? Or have I just become so accustomed to fighting for what I need or want that I feel I still need to fight for it? C~ says I need to stop fighting. I want to. It's not like I pick fights...but I feel like I'm being attacked at times. Why do I do this? I just have no clue....

But I am sick and tired of holding things in. I'm going to start telling people where they can go jump. Yesterday, someone who shall remain nameless, actually thought I was running water in the kitchen sink just to let the water run...for no apparent reason...Oh yes, I do this ALL the time *snicker*, not! Honestly, this country has a serious drought problem, and some people think I have absolutely no regard for it, therefore I let water run...continuously, for no reason, I just get my kicks out of doing that to piss people off. WTF?!?

Like I said, I just want to scream.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Surgery Rocks...well, some do

Ok, update on the waxing. No, it did not go well, not well at all. Imagine, if you will, me freshly showered, powdered, exfoliated, all smelly good and stuff. C~ places a towel on the bed so I can get comfy as he hovers, telling me just which way will be best for HIM to commence spreading this sticky, green goo on my underarm. All set. Green goo smeared after a few drippy attempts. Pristine white cotton strip placed firmly and rubbed in the direction of hair growth (sort of, since underarm hair tends to grow a few different least on MY body). C~ hands me the little plastic spatula as he is ready to go.

Pulling my skin tautly, He shuts his eyes ands proceeds to RRRRRRrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiipppppp the cotton strip cleanly off my skin...very little pain, I might add. We look at the strip. No hair in eveidence. We look at my pit. ALL of the hair is still there. OH SHIT! IT's STILL THERE!!!! Ok, once more, we prepare, and try again. We must have done something wrong, not enough goo, didn't leave the strip in place long enough, put a bit more pressure on the strip.

RRRRRIiiiiiiiipppppp! No! Not again! Oh.MY.God. The hair is still there. My underarm is bright red, it burns, %&$*9@# hell that hurt the second time. Ok, deep breaths, I quietly run off to the bathroom and grab a warm wash cloth to get off all the sticky green goo. (Which does smell nice, btw.) Ok...we shall try again tomorrow, I say to C~. He smiled and patted me on the bum indulgently.

Saturday morning. I wash everything and dry it properly, convinced it didn't work because I'd tried it too soon after showering. So, all by myself, in the bathroom....lights ablazing, I went to work. Hrmmmm, how do I do this . I know, eyebrows first, see if that works, then move onto the underarm again. Eyebrows marked, goo slapped on carefully, cotton strip placed (I have waxed my own eyebrows before, so I know the procedure), rip went SOME of the hair. Ok, try again. To make a long story shorter, my eyebrows are uneven, it STILL didn't work on my underarm, so I've had to wear talcum powder all weekend instead of anti-perspirant. I managed to rip a few (note I did say few) hairs off my leg.

In other words, Nads does not work. Not for me anyway. Oh and I did leave the best part for last. I tried a very small patch (at the very edge) of my bikini line. I now have this monster purple bruise. Suffice it to say, this is one job I'm leaving to the professionals. I am going to book in pretty soon to have the whole shebang done at Brazilian Beauty. They have a great package for $115 AUD. I can't believe, something at a salon that's cheaper here than in the USA. I'm totally amazed.

Now that you have laughed yourself silly at my expense, just remember....I may write about YOU someday so don't laugh too hard ROFLMAO!