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Damini
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Kenny woke me up at 7 am today, to helpfully inform me that he'd overslept, so now I'm stuck in limbo time, with not starting work until 11, not having anything to watch because the new version of Morpheous is far too complicated for my fragile mind, and not wanting to tidy the house because I have a sneaking suspicion I'm turning into a house wife. And at eleven o'clock I have the joys of getting into my seductive gangrene green work shirt, boil red fleece and tapered black trousers, and indulging in the Safeways joys of filing things. Its all a bit worrying. What if I never get past this level? What if I'm destined to be one of those perma psychotic supermarket workers, who stares bitterly at all the customers buying the brand name vodka instead of the water and ethanol mix, and points an ancient withered wartey hand at them saying "I could have been you.... *splutter*". Its all a tad disturbing. This is what happens when Kenny leaves me with too much time to think in.
I'm 23, and still wearing "Little Bear Warms His Feet" pyjama bottoms. Hmm... What does this all mean?
Here's an interesting thing though. My old housemate, the one that gave me hair lice (and subsequently afro hair and a very disgruntled expression)... well, I can't remember if I said before, but I have a stonking phobia of parasites. When I found out she'd given me hairlice I spent ten minutes trying to run away from my head, squeeling with terror. And so, when I stopped hyperventilating, I told her that I can just about live with being given hair lice, but if she gave me scabies I'd kill her where she stood. Next week, she came back from the doctors, diagnosed with scabies. So everyone in the house had to get painted from toe to arse crack to neck in scabie remedy, and sit around in it for twelve hours. I made parasite girl get treated twice, not that she needed to be, but I lied and said she did, because I'm so anal about parasites. Well, the funny thing is, that she didn't have scabies at all. Apparently the stress of me threatening her not to have "Fucking minature insects shitting under my skin" was enough to cause her stress levels to rise, and cause irrational itching, which subsequently got falsely diagnosed as scabies.
If we were to see a new primary colour, would we go mad looking at it?
My sister is studying parasites at uni in cardiff. Apparently there is a "wicked" parasite that attaches itself to a human organ, and starts a mini colony inside a sac by that organ. Like an itsy citadel. This sac can grow up to the size of a football, and if it bursts, you die instantly. She thinks this is great. Also, did you know that worm that grows out of your leg in africa, doesn't actually grow out of your leg? It creates an open wound in your leg, and when it detects water, it just sticks its head/arse/end out of the wound and lays eggs in the water, and then just disappears back inside your leg. Totally rank. Kenny's sister had some weird beetle grow out of her stomach whilst on her honeymoon in Africa. I think I would have gone insane with terror.
I'm tangenting wildly, but Im a bit bored. Can't quite get used to the whole empty house thing yet. I think I need a pet.
I'm also flat broke. I was going to get my little toe amputated and then re-attached once to get money from medical research, but all my friends were mortified and told me not to do it. But its got to beat filing hasn't it? I'm so terrible at my job, but I can't actually imagine any job I'd be terribly good at, because I daydream far too much, and my sense of humour tends to scare people a little. I'm over qualified for toe amputation though. For starters I have 10 of the buggers, although only two of them are the little ones.
Hmm... Well, thats it. I've killed some time. Feel free to look confused here.
Itchy, did you ever achieve purple hair?
I'm 23, and still wearing "Little Bear Warms His Feet" pyjama bottoms. Hmm... What does this all mean?
Here's an interesting thing though. My old housemate, the one that gave me hair lice (and subsequently afro hair and a very disgruntled expression)... well, I can't remember if I said before, but I have a stonking phobia of parasites. When I found out she'd given me hairlice I spent ten minutes trying to run away from my head, squeeling with terror. And so, when I stopped hyperventilating, I told her that I can just about live with being given hair lice, but if she gave me scabies I'd kill her where she stood. Next week, she came back from the doctors, diagnosed with scabies. So everyone in the house had to get painted from toe to arse crack to neck in scabie remedy, and sit around in it for twelve hours. I made parasite girl get treated twice, not that she needed to be, but I lied and said she did, because I'm so anal about parasites. Well, the funny thing is, that she didn't have scabies at all. Apparently the stress of me threatening her not to have "Fucking minature insects shitting under my skin" was enough to cause her stress levels to rise, and cause irrational itching, which subsequently got falsely diagnosed as scabies.
If we were to see a new primary colour, would we go mad looking at it?
My sister is studying parasites at uni in cardiff. Apparently there is a "wicked" parasite that attaches itself to a human organ, and starts a mini colony inside a sac by that organ. Like an itsy citadel. This sac can grow up to the size of a football, and if it bursts, you die instantly. She thinks this is great. Also, did you know that worm that grows out of your leg in africa, doesn't actually grow out of your leg? It creates an open wound in your leg, and when it detects water, it just sticks its head/arse/end out of the wound and lays eggs in the water, and then just disappears back inside your leg. Totally rank. Kenny's sister had some weird beetle grow out of her stomach whilst on her honeymoon in Africa. I think I would have gone insane with terror.
I'm tangenting wildly, but Im a bit bored. Can't quite get used to the whole empty house thing yet. I think I need a pet.
I'm also flat broke. I was going to get my little toe amputated and then re-attached once to get money from medical research, but all my friends were mortified and told me not to do it. But its got to beat filing hasn't it? I'm so terrible at my job, but I can't actually imagine any job I'd be terribly good at, because I daydream far too much, and my sense of humour tends to scare people a little. I'm over qualified for toe amputation though. For starters I have 10 of the buggers, although only two of them are the little ones.
Hmm... Well, thats it. I've killed some time. Feel free to look confused here.
Itchy, did you ever achieve purple hair?
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