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[Very cool tee, iconomy. You should post pics of the shirt ON YOU. You're too much the woman of mystery, never showing up at meet-ups or North American Vegetarian Society gatherings with soyjoy and me...]
Did you know that if you let a bowl with a thin layer of ketchup sit out long enough the ketchup will eventually dry into a pliable, tomato-scented playdoh like substance?
What is up is my babyface quotient, as I shaved for the first time in a month last night. As much as I dig the wolfman thing, the hairs they was a pokin at my lips and they had to go.
I totally forgot to shave this morning. This seems to be happening with increasing frequency. And I have dark hair and... shall we say... hiristute tendencies. But I just plum forgot to shave and only noticed just now, at my desk at work.
I trimmed my ear and nose hair yesterday. Damn, those li'l buggers just creep up on you, hugging close to your skin so you don't see 'em. Creepy. I mean, they're f***in' SNEAKY!
One of my friends once told me about his problems with ingrown facial hair. I said, "WTF?"
He said, "What, you've never had ingrown hair?"
And another friend sitting with us said the same thing. Like, sometimes his damn beard grows BACKWARDS!
I said, "Hell no, man. My hairs grow OUTWARD from my skin. They're not, like, all afraid of the outside world, trying to crawl back inside! I have NORMAL hair. I don't know wtf is wrong with you!"
I once had an ingrown hair on my bikini line and it swelled up like a freaking golf ball and got infected and I had to have it drained. Needless to say I did not do any bikini wearing that month which made shaving down there in the first place completely pointless which means I had to go through the shame and pain of having something drained for nothing.
Hey Wolfdaddy, if you see that hurricane tell her I said she should go lick a dogs ass till it bleeds.
What I would like to know is what the fuck our scienticians are doing dreaming up ways to give Iraquis super scabies and how to land Bill Frist on the moon when they should be working on a cheap reliable way to kick a hurricane squarely in the nuts and/or a way to make us all a little more like
Mewes.
Hey LeeJay, if you see Kay, tell 'er I said "hey"; I love Jay, I think he's probably gay, and an easy lay, and every day I pray that I won't wake up to read in the papers that the little punk ass bitchboy I fell in love with in "Clerks" has been found dead of a drug overdose, because that would really suck, but I wouldn't be surprised.
Yeah, the margarita's kicked in. I normally don't drink after noon.
Mewes is Jason Mewes, who played Jay (one half of Jay and Silent Bob) in several of Kevin Smith's films: Clerks, Chasing Amy, Mall Rats, Dogma, and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back (I think I got them all). And he is indeed strangely lovable.
LeeJay I feel you on the ingrown hair story. I have had that happen more than once though. I am a masochist and just wait, get out my surgical tools and hack into it myself. It's amazing the amount of pus that comes out.
LeeJay I feel you on the ingrown hair story. I have had that happen more than once though. I am a masochist and just wait, get out my surgical tools and hack into it myself. It's amazing the amount of pus that comes out.
If I only knew then what I know now I would have done it myself. I don't need a doctor looking at that area with disgust. It's just not good for my self esteem.
Oh, and jrossi4r, if you had guys in your high school screaming, "Hey have you ever had your asshole licked by a fat man in an overcoat" at the girls then ... I wish I had gone to your high school. Obviously they taught how to think creatively there, at least.
deborah, I often dress up as Kevin Smith on Halloween. Apparently, according to friends, all I have to do is grow my hair long, grow a beard, put a baseball cap on backwards, and wear my gray flannel greatcoat. Cheapest costumer ever. However when I have short hair and am clean shaven, people say I look like Garrison Keillor. It's an imperfect world.
I got up late, which was nice. It's windy and hot today, but my feet are cold. I really need to trim the cats' claws, because the big guy is sticking to the carpet. Trimming the big evil cat involves putting him in a bathtub. It also involves lots of trickery because when he hears the bathtub running, he hides behind the couch. So before I run the bath, I must put him in the garage, blare music from inside the house, and fill the tub with the showerhead (not the facuet! never the faucet!). It's complicated. Also, I need to wash dishes, but have been putting it off for a few days. Am debating about whether to walk to the post office -- not for fun, mind you. To mail stuff. What's up with the hurricane? I haven't read the news yet. Have you ever wondered what kind of machine fills sugar packets? I think that would be really cool to see, because I can't quite picture how they do it. Today was trash day. The trucks seemed extra loud this morning. Tomorrow is a friend's 50th birthday and I'm going to a party. I will actually have to talk to REAL PEOPLE, and that will be different. I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to it or not.
'Lewd' is a great word. During family meal at work the other night, we had a discussion about the subtle, but important differences between 'lewd', 'naughty' and 'dirty'. This exchange took place between a Costa Rican, a Croatian, a Spaniard, a Japanese woman, a Guatemalan and 2 Americans, and concluded with the Spaniard performing his "sexy dance" to demonstrate how he picks up on the girls and make his point.
Easily the funniest 45 minutes of conversation I've had in a long, LONG time.
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