Don't blame you for a second. It took them two trips on my droid bionic. The first got stolen from my doorstep.

Wouldn't you know it the second I finish posting that second post I hear the roar of the engine go down the street and snatch up my booty. Although that's not really a bitch so uh... huh... oh here's a good one. Now that it's 4 pm PST the gym is going to be crawling with packs of meatheads who are there more so to either ogle the women who work out (now is the busiest time) or ask them out than to work out. Now for today this isn't much of an issue as Wednesdays are my cardio days, but it definitely does suck on other days when I do lifting and there's four of them working the same machine/ station for two hours. Not only that it really sucks for the women who just want to work out in peace.

Not when your central heating is on the fritz too! Oh, how the gods mock me! :(

A blow dryer and a lot of patience goes along way.

I don't think my sister or myself would have that amount of patience, and the only blow dryer we have is VERY low-powered! :D Luckily we have a very obliging friend (who's one of her carers) who offered to dry the clothes for us until we can get the machine back up and running.

Annoyingly, having already spent 120 Euro on the first callout in April (when the bearings were shot and the thing spun but sounded like it was going to take off!) and now another on Tuesday, I find that the VERY SAME machine is going brand new for --- wait for it --- 260 Euro! So between the two calls I could have thrown in another bluey and bought a whole new machine! :banghead:

Fling them over things around the house, this is what people who don't own tumble dryers do ;).

OK, well, an update, for those who care:

1. Satellite dish. Fixed: replaced actually, he brought a new one. Now situated much higher on the wall, outside my bedroom window. Signal so far perfect.

2. Central heating: Fixed. Seriously, he just turned it off and on again (reset). What is this? A computer? :)

3. One I forgot to mention: an infestation of ants, presumably brought about by the digging up of the back garden and men tramping the soil through the house. Today was D-Day for Ants, St Valentine's Day Massacre, call it what you want. I sprayed 'em good, and though one or two survivors remained, they were easily squished with my thumb. Trollheart 1, Ants 0. The only time this month that Ireland have triumphed in any event. Although the ants were probably Irish too. Oh well, we Irish love fighting among ourselves! Damn Irish: they ruined Ireland! :D

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Tattoo on the tit

Some classy babes at this place, maybe I should sign up.

My friend was telling me we could get an O for 160, so I told him Friday when I get my check. So he calls me at noon and says the dude is gonna head over from the town over and I tell him to hold off I gotta get it and cash it out. So I go and get it and they tell me I can't cash my check until after they go to the bank at 4. Ungh. Not even if I went to Walmart, like I just couldn't. Ungh. So I tell dude @4 begrudgingly, apologize, and take a nap. I get up kind of late, at 4:10, go cash it, and call dude at 4:35 but he doesn't pick up. It's now 6 and I'm still frigging sober. Bout to rip my own head off. And I'm losing optimism that he'll return my call now. I guess the whole things ****ed and I'm gonna have to go to the bar to get a skimpy ****ty 20 from some stranger. FUK

I love tattoos on women. Pretty much everywhere, but the tits are a nono. Even Kat Von D knows this and she is covered.

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