Normally I don't sweat that kind of thing, but this whole "Revenge of the Reproductive Organs" is really cramping my style. (Sorry--but not really).
It (along with my upstairs neighbors) jacked up my entire weekend by acting out, and ruining my plans. I apologize profusely for not attending the Montreal Knitting Thing on Sunday last, especially because I said I would. I awakened with a killer migraine on Sunday, and that basically put the kibosh on me doing anything besides eating 222s and keeping very still in a darkened room. The new neighbors upstairs invited four of their noisiest friends, and they spent 72 consecutive hours practising routines from Riverdance...
I hate them so much right now.
Once they were instructed not to park in the neighbor's parking space, they decided it'd be fun to park their hooptie in mine. (So what if my car is 3000 kilometers away?) I was feeling Extra Bitchy, given the PMS and migraine. Therefore, I told them to move the shit immediately, and Never, Ever, Do It Again. And for fuck's sake, stop with all the damn pounding on the floor!!!
That having been said, I'm currently enduring the joy of being a woman, and sincerely expect to be in attendance Sunday. I regret missing the opportunity to see Rolf in the flesh (might I add, his chest hair is nothing short of magnificent!), as well as the joy of watching their friend Thomas knit a sock. In public. Around a wad of females. He seems extremely comfortable with it in the photos, and that kind of thing is to be encouraged early and often.
If you wish to take a look for yourselves, follow this link...
4 comments:
Thank you for your kind words of encouragement.
Some days it sucks to have to contend with cheeky young men who insist upon making noise when you really just wish they'd shutthefuck up.
But hey. C'est la vie!
Miss D, there will be another opportunity where you'll be able to meet Rolf's chesthair in person(he was amused and opened another button on his shirt just now) and if everything goes well you might even NOT feel crappy!
Hope you are feeling better by now, see you Sunday!
Wow. He really unbuttoned? That's hot. Good thing I didn't say anything about his pants.
(That was wrong of me, I know it)...
See you soon (but not necessarily the naughty bits).
Ha ha ha! You got me on that last comment. I ended up snorting water up my nose.
As for the other, I certainly sympathize. Some days I'm glad Logan has an ample supply of mind (and body) numbing drugs, cuz the only way I can deal certain days is to knock myself out and sleep through it.
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