Non-skid trouser kick-plate
May. 15th, 2003 07:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220So that guy from room 5 is back once again. He was away for a good while because his course at college had ended but now he's back and on a new course and, yep, you guessed it, still jerking off an awful lot.
Not in the towels any more though, thankfully, he's graduated onto tissues. (Must have gotten the hint that no one was willing to touch them.) Only of course because that room has very little ventilation (It's an attic room and the window's kinda' small) apparently it now reeks in there.
*is glad she does the other side of the hotel... it's been full of old people who wash up their own cups*
So Rachel told Lesley, and Lesley told Liz, and Liz said it was nasty so if we wanted to tell him to stop it then we should, so Lesley told Tom (one of the other lads who stays long-term) to have a tactful word with guy-from-5-who's-name-I-have-forgotten, because it grosses Rachel out and she doesn't want to have to clean up after him.
So they're all sitting there being disgusted and making faces and passing comment on how unpleasant it is and I'm just sitting there going
"...*snicker*..."
Have to admit, find it comical more than anything. Offspring of a biologist and all, my mum would be horrified if she thought something like that was beyond my gross-out tolerances. And given what I write these days it would also be somewhat hypocritical, but that's beside the point.
So I await further developments with interest. Apparently guy-from-5 will be heading into hospital for surgery pretty soon (he broke his arm on his skateboard and had some plates put in, and he's going back to have them taken out again now or something) so given that, he's either ambidextrous or got really lucky and broke the other arm.
But enough of such matters.
I saw on TV this afternoon that KFC kid's meals have X2 characters in them. I'd be excited and go track down a Wolvie but the truth is that I'm not overly enamoured of KFC and much as I adore adding toys to my collection I'm not quite THAT desperate.
Took me ages to get home today. In fact it took over a quarter of an hour just to drive the 200yds between the ring road junction and Tescos. Usually I go home the other direction, through the center of town instead of round the outside, but mum wanted dishwasher cleaner from Tescos so I had to detour... long fracking detour.
Distance wise it's about equal but they're digging up one of the major roundabouts and, I shit ye not, moving it 10 feet to the left.
Yes, it was apparently not in the right place where it was, it has to go 10' to the left and cause major disruption all down that side of the ring-road until some time later this summer when they open the new stretch of ring-road that shortcuts to the bypass.
For in the pursuit of faster traffic flow one must naturally endure 8 months of chaos because by the time the roads re-open ANY kind of traffic flow will seem fast by comparison.
Feeling cranky today. Cranky and crampy and that about says it all. There's noting on TV and the boywonder's ignoring me (I think he's still mad about last night) so it's all pretty quiet.
May go and try to finish that angsty fic I was writing but I can't seem to work up either the motivation or the coherant thought to do that either.
Should phone Char tonight too I guess... *eh... noncommital grunting noises and all that jazz*
Not in the towels any more though, thankfully, he's graduated onto tissues. (Must have gotten the hint that no one was willing to touch them.) Only of course because that room has very little ventilation (It's an attic room and the window's kinda' small) apparently it now reeks in there.
*is glad she does the other side of the hotel... it's been full of old people who wash up their own cups*
So Rachel told Lesley, and Lesley told Liz, and Liz said it was nasty so if we wanted to tell him to stop it then we should, so Lesley told Tom (one of the other lads who stays long-term) to have a tactful word with guy-from-5-who's-name-I-have-forgotten, because it grosses Rachel out and she doesn't want to have to clean up after him.
So they're all sitting there being disgusted and making faces and passing comment on how unpleasant it is and I'm just sitting there going
"...*snicker*..."
Have to admit, find it comical more than anything. Offspring of a biologist and all, my mum would be horrified if she thought something like that was beyond my gross-out tolerances. And given what I write these days it would also be somewhat hypocritical, but that's beside the point.
So I await further developments with interest. Apparently guy-from-5 will be heading into hospital for surgery pretty soon (he broke his arm on his skateboard and had some plates put in, and he's going back to have them taken out again now or something) so given that, he's either ambidextrous or got really lucky and broke the other arm.
But enough of such matters.
I saw on TV this afternoon that KFC kid's meals have X2 characters in them. I'd be excited and go track down a Wolvie but the truth is that I'm not overly enamoured of KFC and much as I adore adding toys to my collection I'm not quite THAT desperate.
Took me ages to get home today. In fact it took over a quarter of an hour just to drive the 200yds between the ring road junction and Tescos. Usually I go home the other direction, through the center of town instead of round the outside, but mum wanted dishwasher cleaner from Tescos so I had to detour... long fracking detour.
Distance wise it's about equal but they're digging up one of the major roundabouts and, I shit ye not, moving it 10 feet to the left.
Yes, it was apparently not in the right place where it was, it has to go 10' to the left and cause major disruption all down that side of the ring-road until some time later this summer when they open the new stretch of ring-road that shortcuts to the bypass.
For in the pursuit of faster traffic flow one must naturally endure 8 months of chaos because by the time the roads re-open ANY kind of traffic flow will seem fast by comparison.
Feeling cranky today. Cranky and crampy and that about says it all. There's noting on TV and the boywonder's ignoring me (I think he's still mad about last night) so it's all pretty quiet.
May go and try to finish that angsty fic I was writing but I can't seem to work up either the motivation or the coherant thought to do that either.
Should phone Char tonight too I guess... *eh... noncommital grunting noises and all that jazz*
