The bunny boy's new hobby
Aug. 4th, 2003 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220*whines* oh the heat... the heeeat... and, it's set to get hotter.
*dies*
I've almost made it to the concolusion that, no matter how disenchanted with the idea I may normally be of displaying my pasty white pins, I may have to wear shorts this week at work. It's much too hot for jeans even just sitting around the house, so I'm thinking jeans while doing what is, essentially, a very physical job is a bad, bad idea.
For example, I met Rachie in town and we both sweated outselves into a near-dead state just standing. Walking around was barely even an option (though she was for some ungodly reason wearing PVC bondage trousers. When we got back here I had to lend her some PJ bottoms while the inside of her legs dried out.)
Ergo I'm thinking 34 degrees, high humidity, virtually no breeze, in a hotel that is essentially a glorified conservatory... this is going to be bad.
So, anyway we were going to see a film then discovered there was NOTHING showing that we wanted to see and hadn't already watched. Instead we bought a couple of crappy cheap DVDs to watch instead. Eight Legged Freaks (which is funny in a Tremmors sort of a way) and Ghost Ship, which is completely not scary but DOES have a fun scene with cheesewire that they replay repeatedly.
Other than that we sat around a lot, flaked out in front of the fan and watched TV. In the process I discovered that we've lost our late-night porno channels and gained 3 more request music channels. Two of them are crap, but Scuzz is loud and obnoxious ans makes a change when Kerrang are playing back to back Good Charlotte.
Other than that, today is a non-event. Oh, and my grany has phoned 5 times so far today, offering meals, laundry services, money, random conversation... all in a misplaced effort to make sure we're managing ok without mum. In the end I just stopped answering the phone because she was driving me nuts.
If she asks, I'm telling her I went out for the evening. -_-
*dies*
I've almost made it to the concolusion that, no matter how disenchanted with the idea I may normally be of displaying my pasty white pins, I may have to wear shorts this week at work. It's much too hot for jeans even just sitting around the house, so I'm thinking jeans while doing what is, essentially, a very physical job is a bad, bad idea.
For example, I met Rachie in town and we both sweated outselves into a near-dead state just standing. Walking around was barely even an option (though she was for some ungodly reason wearing PVC bondage trousers. When we got back here I had to lend her some PJ bottoms while the inside of her legs dried out.)
Ergo I'm thinking 34 degrees, high humidity, virtually no breeze, in a hotel that is essentially a glorified conservatory... this is going to be bad.
So, anyway we were going to see a film then discovered there was NOTHING showing that we wanted to see and hadn't already watched. Instead we bought a couple of crappy cheap DVDs to watch instead. Eight Legged Freaks (which is funny in a Tremmors sort of a way) and Ghost Ship, which is completely not scary but DOES have a fun scene with cheesewire that they replay repeatedly.
Other than that we sat around a lot, flaked out in front of the fan and watched TV. In the process I discovered that we've lost our late-night porno channels and gained 3 more request music channels. Two of them are crap, but Scuzz is loud and obnoxious ans makes a change when Kerrang are playing back to back Good Charlotte.
Other than that, today is a non-event. Oh, and my grany has phoned 5 times so far today, offering meals, laundry services, money, random conversation... all in a misplaced effort to make sure we're managing ok without mum. In the end I just stopped answering the phone because she was driving me nuts.
If she asks, I'm telling her I went out for the evening. -_-
