|I Hope This Song Starts A Craze...
||[Oct. 10th, 2007|08:09 pm]
|||||Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Doesn't - Brand New||]|
I just went in my bathroom, and it smelt... nice!
This makes me livid. Bathroom's for all designs and purposes should smell on nothing at best. Until the point that I have completely outted myself, and taken up hairdressing, I must insist it stays that way.
And despite the bets many are making, that day will never come.
Not only this, but everywhere in my bathroom are girl products.
Hair straighteners, ridiculously large combes for what part of the body I don't even know, and about a thousand hair conditioners.
Though to be fair, I'm not complaining about that too much. Gives me a new excuse for why the moisturiser, concealer and eye liner are in there too. As for some reason, when given a choice of whether they belong to me or Dave, astoundingly they refuse to believe they are units.
Though I have to say, these randomly placed beauty products are the only evidence I have so far of my new housemate.
Whether Dave is intent to keep her locked up, or she is horrible intimidated by myself (and who could blame her :P) I don't know. But it will be interesting to she how long they can keep this up.
Work was awesome today though. Fucking nailed it.
We've got our annual quiz this Friday, and in honour we also have dress down day. The charity we are doing this all for is some lavender named thing for cancer.
Good cause an all, but in honour of this, they have requested that on dress down day we get in the spirit and wear something lavender, or pinkish.
If i'd have given my accurate response to that request i'd have been fired.