work christmas party
I am waiting for the chook to cook before heading into Penrith for some shopping. How domestic of me!
Sunday night was the work Christmas party. It sucked just as much as I thought it would. There were more bloody kids there than adults. I had been there fifteen minutes and already seen one child's penis. Yay for me =/ Most of the evening was spent listening to banal conversation about nightclubs or putting up with Stacey's insulting comments. Yes, I am pale, but I happen to like it, thank you very much. Pale is beautiful to me and I have several reasons why I prefer it. Tanning leads to skin cancer and premature aging, by the age of 40 people who tan a lot end up looking like roasted turkey, I am yet to see a fake tan that looks completely natural and even if it did I think it's a ridiculously frivolous thing to waste money on. I have absolutely nothing against people who tan or use fake tan, but personally it's not for me. Furthermore I simply don't tan so why should I make myself feel bad about my alabaster complexion when I can't actually do anything about it???
It's almost as if my paleness is so affronting to her that she can't help but constantly say shit about it or compare me to other people.
Anyway.
Off to the city tonight for drinks. Roze is heading to Scotland for Hogmanay so we're giving her a cheerful sendoff. Staying the night at Jen's as it is impossible to get back to Penrith in one piece if you want to have a few drinks.