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Dear Diary,
The other day i was a complete and utter t*t - I was drying my hair and the force from the dryer knocked a photo of my gramps onto the laminated flooring smashing into a trillion scattered pieces..
After the shock, abuse to oneself and *stomp stomp stomp* to find some slippers I cleaned it up *kinda* and thought it was done.
Now I have an irratble feeling in my big (well small really) toe :( I think a tiny piece of dust glass may have impaled into my footsie and so i tried to disect with scissors..
Dear Diary - SCISSORS DID NOT HELP and now I have created a worse problem no doubt.
I cannot feel the glass with my finger...
I can see no glass...
But I KNOW the bastardasswipecockmunchingpheasantbashing glass is there.
what should I do and I wonder if it has happened to anyone else other than my partner (who i continually nagged and mocked for having a larger piece of glass in his toe and has had for atleast 3 years... yes he tried self surgery and yes he did surgically remove the complete wrong area of his toe -- AND NO IT IS NOT CUTE WE MATCH)
So another day in the life of a ginger willy head - who stacks it up in a suit when representing the school, who gets trapped in a damn toilet seat till her ass goes blue, who drove off in thrid gear from Neutral
te quiero :(
The other day i was a complete and utter t*t - I was drying my hair and the force from the dryer knocked a photo of my gramps onto the laminated flooring smashing into a trillion scattered pieces..
After the shock, abuse to oneself and *stomp stomp stomp* to find some slippers I cleaned it up *kinda* and thought it was done.
Now I have an irratble feeling in my big (well small really) toe :( I think a tiny piece of dust glass may have impaled into my footsie and so i tried to disect with scissors..
Dear Diary - SCISSORS DID NOT HELP and now I have created a worse problem no doubt.
I cannot feel the glass with my finger...
I can see no glass...
But I KNOW the bastardasswipecockmunchingpheasantbashing glass is there.
what should I do and I wonder if it has happened to anyone else other than my partner (who i continually nagged and mocked for having a larger piece of glass in his toe and has had for atleast 3 years... yes he tried self surgery and yes he did surgically remove the complete wrong area of his toe -- AND NO IT IS NOT CUTE WE MATCH)
So another day in the life of a ginger willy head - who stacks it up in a suit when representing the school, who gets trapped in a damn toilet seat till her ass goes blue, who drove off in thrid gear from Neutral
te quiero :(
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Sounds a bit like Bridget Jones's diary!
Yeah, cruel because there's nothing you can do about it.
Icarus wrote:
> That's a painful yet amusing story to hear. I don't want to laugh now
> because it seems cruel to.
Cruel?
young and naive I told my year three teacher so she knew why i was figgeting while I sat - she told the class....
Strange I valued her as my favourite teacher!
> That's a painful yet amusing story to hear. I don't want to laugh now
> because it seems cruel to.
Cruel?
young and naive I told my year three teacher so she knew why i was figgeting while I sat - she told the class....
Strange I valued her as my favourite teacher!
Hahahaha
No more.
No more.
That's a painful yet amusing story to hear. I don't want to laugh now because it seems cruel to.
Icarus wrote:
> ... which begs the question, how did you get out?
I have posted the story before.
I am little --- and I am a red head! More reddy than full on ginge infact...
Hense the name. As I was a young wipper snapper of six I was in a rush for the loo... I plonked myself on in a sleepy state and lent back - realising that as I am so tiny as i leant back my bottom wen t back hooking me in as it had taken my bum and my thighs my legs were hooked up!!!
..Called for mum said what happened - she was sleepy laughed thought i werent serious.. I called again fifteen minutes later in which point she come in seeing my legs were blue. Much soap, butter, wet hands, lifting, pulling didnt work at all... dad un screwed seat propping me on feet in this unsightly position as if to soar it off. This wasnt happening due to fear and tears so they nearly rung the fireman out **AGHHHHHHHHHHHH**
But mum lifted 'one' leg and 'pop goes the weezle' I flew out like a plop in a hurry.
Not the best of times. :(
Tis funny now at this age but it scarred me for quite some time!
> ... which begs the question, how did you get out?
I have posted the story before.
I am little --- and I am a red head! More reddy than full on ginge infact...
Hense the name. As I was a young wipper snapper of six I was in a rush for the loo... I plonked myself on in a sleepy state and lent back - realising that as I am so tiny as i leant back my bottom wen t back hooking me in as it had taken my bum and my thighs my legs were hooked up!!!
..Called for mum said what happened - she was sleepy laughed thought i werent serious.. I called again fifteen minutes later in which point she come in seeing my legs were blue. Much soap, butter, wet hands, lifting, pulling didnt work at all... dad un screwed seat propping me on feet in this unsightly position as if to soar it off. This wasnt happening due to fear and tears so they nearly rung the fireman out **AGHHHHHHHHHHHH**
But mum lifted 'one' leg and 'pop goes the weezle' I flew out like a plop in a hurry.
Not the best of times. :(
Tis funny now at this age but it scarred me for quite some time!
... which begs the question, how did you get out?
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