October 21st, 2008


Secrets and why I don't like them.

And in spam today:

"My maid is surprised I have to increase the size of my underwear."


On the theme of underwear, there is something very disconcerting about having your head in a Frenchman's undies. *nod* Especially when you're trying to read. However, the poor lad has to get them dry somehow, and it was windy enough yesterday that the attempt at the washing line method had them chasing their jocks across the fields, and on recapture deciding that the lounge and a fire were probably a better plan. Welcome to Wellington, we have wind.

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Meanwhile, as I typed all that the itching has moved to my right arm. Which is much easier to get at. On the bright side, I should end up with entirely new skin! Exfoliation ftw.. right? Right?

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