drasticplastic

I decided not to work overtime tonight, but to go shopping instead. Now, whilst most people would probably think that shopping was a more pleasurable alternative to work...not for me it isn't. i HATE shopping with a passion. Especially clothes shopping.

I bought two pairs of trouser-like things. One pair of jeans, on pair of crop trousers.

Both of these items are from the FEMALE section of the shop.

I haven't worn a pair of girl's trousers since...the beginning of TIME. Honestly.

They do up the wrong way and everything >_>


Also, as I now have croppy trews I must remove the forest of leg hair I've been cultivating, otherwise I will entangle small children in it as I walk past. I would be doing that now, but Smec's in the bath.


Tomorrow night I'm going to the dogs..weehee! But after physio...so I've only got a few mins between physio and going out. Must shower at the speed of sound. Hence leg-jungle removal happening tonight, JIC I decide to wear new trews tomorrow night.

My current contract is getting worse. Was asked whenabouts today it would be finished by the guv'ner. I told him 'sort of 'friday' time'. He didn't look too chuffed, but I've still got bags to do, and only me doing it. AND the cunts have taken all my architects drawings and given them to the fitters. GAH. I think Fri might have been optimistic.

Pressure! Although it doesn't affect me.