In which I am ANNOYED, and use CAPSLOCK and ITALICS of DOOM
Okay, 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.