You know you're MORE slagged when...
Ok, since zomgitsalaura threw down the 'i'm in more pain' gauntlet, lets get this fail-boat of mine a sailing...
so.
guess who wore sunscreen at the beach?
yep. me.
Guess who applied it more than once?
yep. me.
Guess who's country has no ozone?
yea. mine.
Guess who's a porcelain skinned faggot?
...you see where i'm going with this? I should have been alright, really.
but then there's the fact that I'M IN A HORRENDOUS AMOUNT OF FIREY PAIN to consider.
For example, my feet:
They BURN. BURN I'M TELLING YOU. RIGHT NOW ON THE LEGS OF THE WHEELIE CHAIR I KEEP TREVOR ON IN MY ROOM BURNING LIKE FIREY PIT SLAG.
AND THATS JUST THE FEET. There's burnage aaaaall along the backs of my legs with particular nastyness up near my knees. Walking is not a fun experience.
Backs of my hands are also a warm pinky red and the freckles on my arm are basically looking more radioactive than normal.
also, the pain of my lifting heavy things for hours yesterday has manifested, so my tendons are bitching too. LOVELY.
HERE i took some photos of the stuff in the garage i had to move in by myself until mum got there and we spent forever dragging shit in.
those pictures really don't do the horrendous amounts of crap any real justice.
And that bigass beige cabinet in the second one, i ended up bearing most of the weight of it and my dad was trying to make us just walk it right in to the garage as opposed to setting it on the trolley. yea he fucks me off when he thinks he knows better and gets lazy and demandy, that thing's door swung open and if i'd dropped it it would have ripped my arm open, and i was very close to dropping it, i don't think i've ever pulled out that much grit to just hang onto something in my life 8C fucking weighs about a tonne.
also i'm a bit dehydrated and have a slight headache.
Despite all this, i enjoyed the beach IMMENSELY.
so yea. I think it's safe to say i win ;3 . be interesting to see if i can sleep tonight, every time i move i'm going to feel like i'm sleeping on a fire-ant's nest.
Oh and by the way Laura. FORTRESS MAXIMUS COURTING METROPLEX. muse feed thrown at the inside of your head to stick there like wet toilet paper on a roof.
and if anyone reading this has never done that before, i suggest you try it in the next vacant public toilets you enter. Immensely fulfilling. XDXDXDXD
so.
guess who wore sunscreen at the beach?
yep. me.
Guess who applied it more than once?
yep. me.
Guess who's country has no ozone?
yea. mine.
Guess who's a porcelain skinned faggot?
...you see where i'm going with this? I should have been alright, really.
but then there's the fact that I'M IN A HORRENDOUS AMOUNT OF FIREY PAIN to consider.
For example, my feet:
They BURN. BURN I'M TELLING YOU. RIGHT NOW ON THE LEGS OF THE WHEELIE CHAIR I KEEP TREVOR ON IN MY ROOM BURNING LIKE FIREY PIT SLAG.
AND THATS JUST THE FEET. There's burnage aaaaall along the backs of my legs with particular nastyness up near my knees. Walking is not a fun experience.
Backs of my hands are also a warm pinky red and the freckles on my arm are basically looking more radioactive than normal.
also, the pain of my lifting heavy things for hours yesterday has manifested, so my tendons are bitching too. LOVELY.
HERE i took some photos of the stuff in the garage i had to move in by myself until mum got there and we spent forever dragging shit in.
those pictures really don't do the horrendous amounts of crap any real justice.
And that bigass beige cabinet in the second one, i ended up bearing most of the weight of it and my dad was trying to make us just walk it right in to the garage as opposed to setting it on the trolley. yea he fucks me off when he thinks he knows better and gets lazy and demandy, that thing's door swung open and if i'd dropped it it would have ripped my arm open, and i was very close to dropping it, i don't think i've ever pulled out that much grit to just hang onto something in my life 8C fucking weighs about a tonne.
also i'm a bit dehydrated and have a slight headache.
Despite all this, i enjoyed the beach IMMENSELY.
so yea. I think it's safe to say i win ;3 . be interesting to see if i can sleep tonight, every time i move i'm going to feel like i'm sleeping on a fire-ant's nest.
Oh and by the way Laura. FORTRESS MAXIMUS COURTING METROPLEX. muse feed thrown at the inside of your head to stick there like wet toilet paper on a roof.
and if anyone reading this has never done that before, i suggest you try it in the next vacant public toilets you enter. Immensely fulfilling. XDXDXDXD