Weekend?
Actually, I have these spots on my hands. They are a little itchy. I’m not sure how they got there, but here are the possibilities:
I went around to Liz’s place on Saturday night for the Yuri’s Night party, in honour of the first person in space. I didn’t bring a space suit but some people did. We listened to space-themed music and climbed up Liz’s tree house, where I may have been bitten on the hand by bugs or mosquitoes.
After that I went down to Capital where Tom had me on the door list. We went backstage and drank free beer. It was only a Grafton Primary / Harlequin League gig but the place was packed with a nightclub crowd and had a big backstage area in the basement so I felt like a VIP. Until, you know, I had to carry Tom’s CRT monitor up the back stairs and wait by the garbage bins for him to get the car.
No possible injuries there, but the next day I hired a ute and picked up an old washing machine, couch and fridge that Tom didn’t want any more. Except for the couch, these things were horribly filthy. The fridge had a fossilised daddy-long-legs in the bottom and the washer had a little pond in it from being left in the rain (ever tried getting pond scum out of a washing machine? it’s not cool). Either of these things might have carried some disease that I’m now suffering from. Or some ugly bug that bit me while I wasn’t watching.
Hey and right now there’s someone stealing butts from the ashtray on the porch next to mine. He’s not even wearing a shirt. Dammit, why can’t this place be gentrified already?
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I had a bug bite me on the chest on Saturday and now I have a big red itchy lump marring my cleavage. I hate bitey bugs.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Monday April 14 2008 @ 9:20 pm
The pond scum and spider were features, not flaws! I thought you’d prefer them that way; more home-ey…
Comment by Tomás Ford — Tuesday April 15 2008 @ 12:10 am
Shelley - damn, how will you be able to make it in a man’s world without your cleavage?
Tomas - well, ok. just don’t make fun of me if my clothes smell like pond scum next time we meet up.
Comment by Mark — Tuesday April 15 2008 @ 3:32 pm
In the labs at work, we have to wear gloves before we touch any pond scum. You should do the same!
Or should have done, rather. You should try some of Shelley’s Exit Mould, I hear it kills anything.
Comment by Mish — Tuesday April 15 2008 @ 8:16 pm
Hey, that’s funny. In our lab we’re supposed to wear gloves before touching the pond scum…not that anyone chooses to.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Tuesday April 15 2008 @ 10:06 pm
When dealing with scum I recommend employing industrial oven cleaner. Spray it on and feel your skin start to burn off. Good stuff.
Comment by Becky — Wednesday April 16 2008 @ 2:17 pm
I ran out of gloves before the pond scum incident. I guess that means I might get infected and turn into the creature from the black lagoon, but I’ll take my chances. Meanwhile, since when does Shelley touch pond scum at work? I thought you were in pathology? Perhaps one of your clients is infected with pond scum like I am. (Is it a girl? We can start a new species…)
Oh and pls don’t tell me to put industrial strength oven cleaner in my washing machine. I’m actually dumb enough to try stuff like that and one day you’re going to get me in trouble.
Comment by Mark — Wednesday April 16 2008 @ 7:56 pm
I was thinking of Malcolm.
Nobody voluntarily touches Malcolm or speaks to him or makes eye-contact with him.
Somewhere Rina just threw up a little.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Thursday April 17 2008 @ 11:22 pm
Get you in trouble? C’mon, would I lead you astray? >:D
Comment by Becky — Friday April 18 2008 @ 2:46 pm