i stye with my little eye
The worst thing to come out of today is the colossal STYE on my right upper eyelid. I don't think I've had one of these bastards for years. And it's truly horrible and hurts when I wink at boys. Does anyone know how to get rid of it? Internets tells me 'use warm towel' and something about grating potatoes, but Mum says 'use cold towel' and she's making Shepherd's Pie. Have been alternating between cold and hot towels on my eye the past 3 hours.
Also annoying is my possession of freakish Juicy Tube magnetism. I hardly ever wear lipgloss, it's a bit tacky and OK! Magazine, but for some odd reason I keep finding them EVERYWHERE - behind sofas/in public lavatories/on the floor/in my shoe. I actually used a clear one as a gloss for my eyelids, as recommended in the beauty pages of women's magazines, and it did look good: I was the glowing (slightly blurred) vision of health and shining eyelids, especially after a dozen pots of Gayelord detoxifying tea and green clay facial masks. But on recognition of vanity, and in some sick twisted gesture from above (once again), perhaps this is how I acquired my stye?
Anyway, nuff about eye infections (typing eye stye into google images - not pleasant), I am finally, after almost a year, leaving Belgium back to the UK. And not just for parties, and not just to visit Primarni. And I am a bit nervous because if my housemates whinge about me not washing up their frying pan properly, I am going to bosh them in the head with it, I can't take any more of that term-time angst: 'I only wash up my own dishes but if someone else washes them up and doesn't do it properly, I'm going to throw a tantrum'. And if they mark their milk cartons after every cup of tea, I am gone! But hopefully it'll be OK- they're very nice- and I won't feel the need to come back, except for family rendezvouses involving booze and presents - the only justifiable lure.
I have just less than month to prep myself for the inevitable internet hiatus (WOE). I'm even considering replying to James Burpalot's email: 'what are you up too?'. URGH. :( Thank god I have some nephew-babysitting & the equivalent of junk food television to distract myself.
Also annoying is my possession of freakish Juicy Tube magnetism. I hardly ever wear lipgloss, it's a bit tacky and OK! Magazine, but for some odd reason I keep finding them EVERYWHERE - behind sofas/in public lavatories/on the floor/in my shoe. I actually used a clear one as a gloss for my eyelids, as recommended in the beauty pages of women's magazines, and it did look good: I was the glowing (slightly blurred) vision of health and shining eyelids, especially after a dozen pots of Gayelord detoxifying tea and green clay facial masks. But on recognition of vanity, and in some sick twisted gesture from above (once again), perhaps this is how I acquired my stye?
Anyway, nuff about eye infections (typing eye stye into google images - not pleasant), I am finally, after almost a year, leaving Belgium back to the UK. And not just for parties, and not just to visit Primarni. And I am a bit nervous because if my housemates whinge about me not washing up their frying pan properly, I am going to bosh them in the head with it, I can't take any more of that term-time angst: 'I only wash up my own dishes but if someone else washes them up and doesn't do it properly, I'm going to throw a tantrum'. And if they mark their milk cartons after every cup of tea, I am gone! But hopefully it'll be OK- they're very nice- and I won't feel the need to come back, except for family rendezvouses involving booze and presents - the only justifiable lure.
I have just less than month to prep myself for the inevitable internet hiatus (WOE). I'm even considering replying to James Burpalot's email: 'what are you up too?'. URGH. :( Thank god I have some nephew-babysitting & the equivalent of junk food television to distract myself.