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Jul. 9th, 2004 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolFeeling a bit manky this morning. Very manky, in fact.
Last night, I had nothing better to do and was also wide awake. Being the summer, this basically meant I bunged on the local radio station and listened to the stupid late-night woman burbling on everything and nothing. At one point, she was talking about kangaroos raging through Blackpool. "They've got, like, hands! They could give you a slap or anything!" All this said, I normally listen to about an hour of this most nights. It when I make it into the wee hours that it just gets weird. I have an image of me about 20 other people throughout the North-West, quietly listening to the odd woman (Liz Ellis, apparently) burble on about everything and nothing. I also painted my nails, in an vague attempt to be girly. Unfortunately, I don't appear to have any nail polish that isn't black. PH3AR GAWTH!!!1! I like the colouring, actually, although I miss my old electric blue stuff. I'll have to look for some the next time I go out.
Anyway. I had a nice long lie-in, until I heard the phone ringing. Cursing the world and my general existance, I pulled myself out of bed. Okay, it was 11.30, so I won't complain too much. Picked up the phone and snarled.
"Hello, is that Colleen?"
"Yes."
"Hi, it's Sharon from work here..."
Basically, because my brainw as confuzzled, I've just ended up doing overtime on Saturday and also for six hours on Wednesday. They wanted me to work Thursday, to which I nearly screamed "NO! DAN WILL KILL ME!" before substituting it for "I'm afraid I'm unavailable."
So, I got out of bed. I'm not sure what spurred me on to do this, actually. Long story short, I have finally given up on my vow. To be precise, I've actually decided to pluck my eyebrows.
It's been a bone on contention between me and the world since I was about 12. I just couldn't be arsed. It's painful effort, y'know? But now, finally, I've given up the ghost. Well, it woke me up. I'll say that much. I did pluck them once upon a time, so I remembered what to do and basic shapes, but I'm not best pleased. Slightly uneven, for a start, with one actually shorted in length than the other. Oiy. They're not particularly neat, either; but sod it, they're less which I suppose it what counts.
I have painted nails and plucked eyebrows. My god, am I actually turning into a girl?
~Hathy_Col~
Last night, I had nothing better to do and was also wide awake. Being the summer, this basically meant I bunged on the local radio station and listened to the stupid late-night woman burbling on everything and nothing. At one point, she was talking about kangaroos raging through Blackpool. "They've got, like, hands! They could give you a slap or anything!" All this said, I normally listen to about an hour of this most nights. It when I make it into the wee hours that it just gets weird. I have an image of me about 20 other people throughout the North-West, quietly listening to the odd woman (Liz Ellis, apparently) burble on about everything and nothing. I also painted my nails, in an vague attempt to be girly. Unfortunately, I don't appear to have any nail polish that isn't black. PH3AR GAWTH!!!1! I like the colouring, actually, although I miss my old electric blue stuff. I'll have to look for some the next time I go out.
Anyway. I had a nice long lie-in, until I heard the phone ringing. Cursing the world and my general existance, I pulled myself out of bed. Okay, it was 11.30, so I won't complain too much. Picked up the phone and snarled.
"Hello, is that Colleen?"
"Yes."
"Hi, it's Sharon from work here..."
Basically, because my brainw as confuzzled, I've just ended up doing overtime on Saturday and also for six hours on Wednesday. They wanted me to work Thursday, to which I nearly screamed "NO! DAN WILL KILL ME!" before substituting it for "I'm afraid I'm unavailable."
So, I got out of bed. I'm not sure what spurred me on to do this, actually. Long story short, I have finally given up on my vow. To be precise, I've actually decided to pluck my eyebrows.
It's been a bone on contention between me and the world since I was about 12. I just couldn't be arsed. It's painful effort, y'know? But now, finally, I've given up the ghost. Well, it woke me up. I'll say that much. I did pluck them once upon a time, so I remembered what to do and basic shapes, but I'm not best pleased. Slightly uneven, for a start, with one actually shorted in length than the other. Oiy. They're not particularly neat, either; but sod it, they're less which I suppose it what counts.
I have painted nails and plucked eyebrows. My god, am I actually turning into a girl?
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-07-09 05:01 pm (UTC)Colly got rid of her monobrow!!
I was worried theyd get so bushy, you'd lose yer sight!
PICS! lets see the new arched brows!
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Date: 2004-07-10 10:33 am (UTC)Don't get excited. Mum's genteely referred to it as pruning rather than actual arched brows.
Well, I still feel proud. And less like a man.
No piccies until I get something resembling a shape in the damned things!