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labellementeuseOkay, humanity. I'm aware that, being dependant on O2 for our life, we necessarily need a method of taking all that useful oxygen around our bodies. However. Blood? A serious design flaw, humanity.
A properly designed system would use something that didn't stain.
Explicitly: I cut myself shaving on Saturday (I was in a hurry that turned out to be totally wasted because the bank didn't open at all on Saturday... but that's another story). I had planned on wearing my blue denim skirt and my white knee socks, because sometimes that kind of thing's fun. So I get dressed and pull up the pristine white socks; ten minutes later I glance down and they are RED WITH BLOOD.
Then, just now, I was scratching my leg and picked the scab off by mistake.
You guessed it.
RIVERS OF BLOOD staining my grey socks and my leg. (okay, so it probably will come out of dark grey, unlike white. But.)
In other blood-related news, it's that time of the month. Someone mentioned to me yesterday that he didn't have a uterus and I nearly punched him in the face.
And also? I'm sick and I have a choir concert this weekend (7.15 pm at St Peter's Church, Riccarton, I highly recommend us especially because we desperately need an audience...) and my nose is blocked and my throat is sore one ear's blocked, which is something that's only started to happen to me this year and I HATE it, as if a minimalist sense of smell and appalling sense of sight and already kind of bad hearing wasn't ENOUGH.
AND THEN we had choir tonight which I normally find invigorating and exciting but because of incoming concert it WASN'T. And I need my musical endorphin hit, gang.
ALSO it appears I've finally fucked my sleep rhythms to the extent that when I go to bed at eleven pm, I actually sleep right through my alarm for two hours; but when I go to bed at four or, more reasonably, two am, I generally have no trouble getting up right on time at 7. OH, GREAT.
AND FINALLY I'm still not over him and it pisses me OFF.
PLEASE approach me. I DARE you. *draconic glare*
Actually, a meme would be good right now. Pointless babbling. *waves hands* ENTERTAIN ME, PUPPETS.
A properly designed system would use something that didn't stain.
Explicitly: I cut myself shaving on Saturday (I was in a hurry that turned out to be totally wasted because the bank didn't open at all on Saturday... but that's another story). I had planned on wearing my blue denim skirt and my white knee socks, because sometimes that kind of thing's fun. So I get dressed and pull up the pristine white socks; ten minutes later I glance down and they are RED WITH BLOOD.
Then, just now, I was scratching my leg and picked the scab off by mistake.
You guessed it.
RIVERS OF BLOOD staining my grey socks and my leg. (okay, so it probably will come out of dark grey, unlike white. But.)
In other blood-related news, it's that time of the month. Someone mentioned to me yesterday that he didn't have a uterus and I nearly punched him in the face.
And also? I'm sick and I have a choir concert this weekend (7.15 pm at St Peter's Church, Riccarton, I highly recommend us especially because we desperately need an audience...) and my nose is blocked and my throat is sore one ear's blocked, which is something that's only started to happen to me this year and I HATE it, as if a minimalist sense of smell and appalling sense of sight and already kind of bad hearing wasn't ENOUGH.
AND THEN we had choir tonight which I normally find invigorating and exciting but because of incoming concert it WASN'T. And I need my musical endorphin hit, gang.
ALSO it appears I've finally fucked my sleep rhythms to the extent that when I go to bed at eleven pm, I actually sleep right through my alarm for two hours; but when I go to bed at four or, more reasonably, two am, I generally have no trouble getting up right on time at 7. OH, GREAT.
AND FINALLY I'm still not over him and it pisses me OFF.
PLEASE approach me. I DARE you. *draconic glare*
Actually, a meme would be good right now. Pointless babbling. *waves hands* ENTERTAIN ME, PUPPETS.
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Date: 2005-10-05 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 11:44 am (UTC)Sorry. :( Maybe tomorrow? How's the writing going?
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Date: 2005-10-05 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 12:03 pm (UTC)Bleeding is kind of drying up. I have taken a photo of my leg with my handy dandy phone camera and plan on uploading it at some point to bitch. ;)
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Date: 2005-10-05 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 12:04 pm (UTC)No, seriously, glad to help someone feel better with my Bitch Goddess of Doom ways. :P
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Date: 2005-10-05 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 12:38 pm (UTC)Why not try the design your own hell meme I did the other day? Let out some stress :)
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:04 am (UTC)But then I had quite a good day today, overall, so yay!
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:06 am (UTC)And it was pretty shitty... but I had a much better day today, and all this sympathy is lovely. *basks*
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Date: 2005-10-05 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-07 10:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-07 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 07:37 pm (UTC)Alternatively, I have chockloads of painkillers and vitamins, should you require medicating.
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Date: 2005-10-05 07:46 pm (UTC)I hope you feel better today!
I'm off to teach my first years today and they better watch out as I'm the PMS bitch from hell today.
PS Shaving cuts? Always suck. I went through about a three year phase of being totally unable to shave without cutting myself *sigh*
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 09:37 pm (UTC)And write me that e-mail you promsed, ok?
...you can complain even more, and I'll be smpathetic, honest!
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:11 am (UTC)You need to MSN more...
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Date: 2005-10-05 09:56 pm (UTC)Argh. Makes you want to hunt down the god that decided we'd have it.
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:12 am (UTC)*does his interweb puppet dance*
Date: 2005-10-06 01:03 am (UTC)Approaches and says: "I have no Uterus either."
Points
Gets bitchslapped.*
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Sympathy.
Re: *does his interweb puppet dance*
Date: 2005-10-07 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 02:05 am (UTC)I'd be totally PMSing at everyone if I wasn't so fucking tired. *commiserates*
This, THIS is proof that God was male. And had NO idea what the hell he was doing.
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:15 am (UTC)It sucks, I can't even blame god. *bitches out evolution*
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Date: 2005-10-06 03:02 am (UTC)Um, I can't think of any memes. *thinks harder* Um... Top 5 Songs To Be Angsty To?
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:17 am (UTC)And, heh. Sounds like FUN (although just 5? So going with 10.)
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Date: 2005-10-06 03:58 am (UTC)Periods. Horribl, horrible torture inflicted on woman by an uncaring Mother Nature....I'd like to kill anything without a uterus too....
But it will get better...
Um...
Favourite chocolate meme?
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:18 am (UTC)Hrrrrrrm. >:D
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Date: 2005-10-06 07:36 am (UTC)Sympathy to you, I hate those days when you not only feel crap and sick but have added joy from a constant stream of blood. The only time most of us ever really want to damn the gods for not making us male.
(Seriously though, shaving is a waste of time nine times out of ten, it's so futile since it grows back the next day anyway. meh)
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-07 01:03 am (UTC)*sympathy. WAVES of it*
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:21 am (UTC)*hugs* thanks, honey. :)