It's been a week since I have worked. The boredom is beginning to get to me, I think. Today, I epilated my armpits. Now they are as smooth as a plucked chicken's ass. I am making a plan of action to get back into my building. If my memory serves me, all I have to do is swipe my badge and pull the door open.
P.S. NEVER put vitamin E cream on freshly epilated armpits unless you are some kind of masochistic freak girl.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Things NOT To Do In A Public Restroom In Japan
I understand the need for proper public restroom behavior. Things to prevent sprinkles and smears. I can appreciate that, REALLY! But, do they HONESTLY think someone is going to go FISHING in the toilet? What kind of fish would thy catch, anyway?
Found this HERE.
Found this HERE.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Are My Jeans Trying To Tell Me Something?
Seriously. I have this horrible feeling I may have walked around in public like this, all day. Why didn't anybody tell me anything? Are my jeans trying to tell me something? Like "LOSE SOME WEIGHT, CHUBBY!"
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Keeping House
I'll admit it, I am a disgusting pig when it comes to my apartment. But, lately, I've been watching a series called "How Clean Is Your House?" and I was absolutely "gobsmacked" and horrified at the conditions other people live in. Then, I looked around me and realized *I* am one of those people, if not well on my way. Look it up on YouTube.
Don't get me wrong. My place is NOTHING compared to "Nightmare In Northampton" or "Pat's Bedsit," but I can't let it get that way. I'm tired of it. I don't think it warrents calling Kim and Aggie over to clean it up. What it's going to take is ME getting off my ASS to do something about it. It's really stressful to come home, after 10 hours in a factory, to a pig sty and knowing I am the only one to blame for it.
Shame on me!
I've taken the challenge to keep one side of my kitchen clean and spotless. Well, as spotless as permanent stains on the counter top will allow. (If anyone has any tips to get rid of those, I'm all ears.) This means getting out the black light, turning off the kitchen light and going after the green and yellow glowing spots. That's bacteria. That's nasty.
So far, I walk into my kitchen, look at the clean side and think "WOW! That's really nice to see." Then, I look at the dirty side and turn away to look at the clean side again. My self psychologial warfare is working! Much like when I quit smoking.
Don't get me wrong. My place is NOTHING compared to "Nightmare In Northampton" or "Pat's Bedsit," but I can't let it get that way. I'm tired of it. I don't think it warrents calling Kim and Aggie over to clean it up. What it's going to take is ME getting off my ASS to do something about it. It's really stressful to come home, after 10 hours in a factory, to a pig sty and knowing I am the only one to blame for it.
Shame on me!
I've taken the challenge to keep one side of my kitchen clean and spotless. Well, as spotless as permanent stains on the counter top will allow. (If anyone has any tips to get rid of those, I'm all ears.) This means getting out the black light, turning off the kitchen light and going after the green and yellow glowing spots. That's bacteria. That's nasty.
So far, I walk into my kitchen, look at the clean side and think "WOW! That's really nice to see." Then, I look at the dirty side and turn away to look at the clean side again. My self psychologial warfare is working! Much like when I quit smoking.
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