I dunno because I forgot. I thought for sure I posted something today. I know i thought about it, planned it out a bit even figured, hey that'll be about five paragraphs which is good reading, but I didn't and now i forget what it was I wanted to talk about.
I sometimes wish I could just babble on about all the little shit that passes in my head. I could do about five mini posts per day, but who has that kind of stamina? I keep thinking I'm doing well because I almost manage one per day....even if it's drivel like this.
I wonder if I should talk about the fact I've seen six images for SuperGirl over the weekend, all unrelated to each other and I just don't know why. I wondered if I should mention that my lust for Lucy Lawless has re-emerged since I heard her speak in her native accent on TV and is it wrong that I prefer her with dark hair, really I should not have such opinions - live and let live right? I must watch Xena later...
I keep having scraps of conversation in my head too, like I think I'm writing, and the characters are having a row and I just listen to the exchange while I fold underwear and match socks. But do I ever write them down?? Nope.
Why can't I just win the lottery?? And you math nerds - I'm not interested in your statistics, ok. I know the reality, but I'm reaching for the dream here so stop poking me in the armpit. Isn't that the worst, I mean just the worst thing when you're going for a nice long stretch and some fucker pokes you in the oxter. I seriously hate that and it makes me all tense. I love being able to do it someone though...I also like to go in for a kiss but swerve off and blow air down the person's nose. Hubs is wise to that move now though, even in the dark he can sense it coming. Sigh.
I waxed my legs for the first time tonight. I bought some Nads...what a dumb name huh? We call a man's balls his nads. I keep reading the instructions and giggling about how I shouldn't get my Nads wet, and my Nads won't spread properly if cold - but a few seconds in the microwave will have my Nads spreading like butter. I waxed my lower legs and armpits. Legs were easy, armpits was Nazi torture. How can anyone wax their own armpits?? Maja said she does it so I figured I'd figure it all out but I must be loose in the grey matter because yeeowch and nothing's budging. I had a few rips on each side and I'll still have to epillate the strays out. Husband wouldn't help me either - the bastard said he found it far more amusing watching me try and do it myself. See if I let him lick my hairless pit. I shall venture to try some topiary designs tomorrow.
I'm very keen to get back into the gym, I'm not liking my new routine of Monday - Wednesday - Friday and then the weekends because it's too much stop and start. I hope I get used to it soon. I have lost six pounds on Atkins last week, so I hope that means my plateau is over. I am getting tired of chicken breast. Sigh.
I think I'm tired now. I'm going to my bed. Nite friends.