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thesme_01
Tiem for cuts I think, so I don't destroy your friends page with endless text cutcutcutcutcutcutcutcut
YOUR PANTS
I should have expected this. She has a FIXATION.
Luckily, my pants today are very nice & pretty white lacy shorts from Marks and Spencer. I even have a white bra on too, so I am CO-ORDINATED. Which is a rare thing ;p
Voltarol
Um. not sure what to say about this. It is a very handy anti-inflamtory gel thingy for arthritis and so on. It is a bit sticky tho. But works very nicely.
Noobs
Ah. Well. This is not, as you might suspect, about People New to Things. Oh no.
When I was a Young Child (about 3or 4, because we were still living in Belfast at the time), I had Imaginary Friends, who would come and sit at the end of my bed every night and talk to me. They were called The Noobs and there were... 3 of them I think. They were also baby dragons. One of my earliest memories is lying in bed at night talking to them. That and locking myself in the bathroom and being rescued by the fire brigade, but that's another story ;p
They lived in a big cave with fire extinguishers on the wall and a great big table in the middle with a red and white checked tablecloth on it. I know this because when I went to sleep, I would go back to Noobland with them, where I was THEIR invisible friend - obviously I wasn't their *imaginary* friend because I was real. Just invisible. Like they were invisible to everyone but me.
A lot of people think I've just made this up, but there is a tape somewhere (god knows where it is now) of me talking about this when I was about 4, very seriously. And then singing Hickory Dickory Dock in the most outrageously culchie (rural) accent.
We moved from Belfast just before my 5th birthday, and I don't think they came with us, because I have no memories of talking to them in the new house.
forthipe
Another living in Belfast one. We lived in a big old - victorian maybe? - semi. One of those houses that have the toilet seperate to the bathroom.
The handle on the loo door was up at adult height and was locked with a big old iron key, supposedly out of read of a Small Child.
Not, however out of reach of a *determined* small child. Being a Big Girl, at the age of 3ish, I managed to reach up on tiptoe and Lock the door. And pulled out the key. I was very proud of myself. But then I couldn't quite reach to get the key back in and Unlock the door. And it couldn't be unlocked from the outside, without the key.
This being a weekday, the Father was out at work and the Mother in the house with me and, possibly by then, baby sister. Older Brother was at school.
Mother discovers I have very firmly locked myself in the toilet and am (so she tells me) quite happy about this. She tries various methods to get me out, like trying key on newspaper under the door, but I am having none of it. Being locked in the toilet was WAY too much like fun (I may have been an Odde Chylde).
Looking from outside, she discovers the bathroom window is open, and begins to worry that I will fall - or more likely climb - out. So, she calls the firebrigade. My sheer GLEE when I see them and the Man goes up the Ladderlifty thing JUST LIKE IN TRUMPTON could barely be contained. I was fully expecting to be lifted out and DE ELEVATED and this would possibly have been the happiest moment of my young life to date.
But it was not to be. Instead, a man my mother describes as " the roundest, reddest-faced, FATTEST fireman I have ever seen" was sent up in the lifty thing and Climbs IN the window (which was quite a SMALL window and may have accounted for the red face), takes the key and just unlocks the door. The anti-climax was HUGE and obviously taught me valuable life lessons to take into adulthood.
Like, Real Life Fireman NEVER look like they do in the films.
Fortiny_eri
Hmm. You don't catch emopumas really, they catch you (even in Soviet Russia ;p).
They lurk in their dens in the back of your head somewhere, getting hungry, then all it takes is a chance remark, a missed phone call, lack of repsonse to a text/email/comment, a misunderstanding, tiredness, hormones, looking in the mirror at the wrong time, that one last little thing going wrong and POUNCE.
Out they come and suddenly you've gone from a rational human being to one who's convinced the world is awful, everyone hates you, you're going lose your job/die alone/never get better/remain hideously fat and ugly ... you get the picture.
They chase all the reason out of your head and instead marshall all the Bad Thoughts and hunt them around til you can't think straight and everything is WOE (or in extreme cases ALL IS BLOOD).
There are various ways to defeat the emopumas.
Firefly is good (or Favourite Show Of Your Choice. Alcohol can help, tho preferably in company.
Talking to someone NOT afflicted by emopumas who can point out that this is, in fact, what they are and you are not MAD or Useless or Going To Die Alone Abandoned Even By the Cats or... whatever, is probably the best way. Anything that distracts you long enough for them to get bored and slink back into their den for a while ;p
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thesme_01Tiem for cuts I think, so I don't destroy your friends page with endless text cutcutcutcutcutcutcutcut
YOUR PANTS
I should have expected this. She has a FIXATION.
Luckily, my pants today are very nice & pretty white lacy shorts from Marks and Spencer. I even have a white bra on too, so I am CO-ORDINATED. Which is a rare thing ;p
Voltarol
Um. not sure what to say about this. It is a very handy anti-inflamtory gel thingy for arthritis and so on. It is a bit sticky tho. But works very nicely.
Noobs
Ah. Well. This is not, as you might suspect, about People New to Things. Oh no.
When I was a Young Child (about 3or 4, because we were still living in Belfast at the time), I had Imaginary Friends, who would come and sit at the end of my bed every night and talk to me. They were called The Noobs and there were... 3 of them I think. They were also baby dragons. One of my earliest memories is lying in bed at night talking to them. That and locking myself in the bathroom and being rescued by the fire brigade, but that's another story ;p
They lived in a big cave with fire extinguishers on the wall and a great big table in the middle with a red and white checked tablecloth on it. I know this because when I went to sleep, I would go back to Noobland with them, where I was THEIR invisible friend - obviously I wasn't their *imaginary* friend because I was real. Just invisible. Like they were invisible to everyone but me.
A lot of people think I've just made this up, but there is a tape somewhere (god knows where it is now) of me talking about this when I was about 4, very seriously. And then singing Hickory Dickory Dock in the most outrageously culchie (rural) accent.
We moved from Belfast just before my 5th birthday, and I don't think they came with us, because I have no memories of talking to them in the new house.
for
thipeAnother living in Belfast one. We lived in a big old - victorian maybe? - semi. One of those houses that have the toilet seperate to the bathroom.
The handle on the loo door was up at adult height and was locked with a big old iron key, supposedly out of read of a Small Child.
Not, however out of reach of a *determined* small child. Being a Big Girl, at the age of 3ish, I managed to reach up on tiptoe and Lock the door. And pulled out the key. I was very proud of myself. But then I couldn't quite reach to get the key back in and Unlock the door. And it couldn't be unlocked from the outside, without the key.
This being a weekday, the Father was out at work and the Mother in the house with me and, possibly by then, baby sister. Older Brother was at school.
Mother discovers I have very firmly locked myself in the toilet and am (so she tells me) quite happy about this. She tries various methods to get me out, like trying key on newspaper under the door, but I am having none of it. Being locked in the toilet was WAY too much like fun (I may have been an Odde Chylde).
Looking from outside, she discovers the bathroom window is open, and begins to worry that I will fall - or more likely climb - out. So, she calls the firebrigade. My sheer GLEE when I see them and the Man goes up the Ladderlifty thing JUST LIKE IN TRUMPTON could barely be contained. I was fully expecting to be lifted out and DE ELEVATED and this would possibly have been the happiest moment of my young life to date.
But it was not to be. Instead, a man my mother describes as " the roundest, reddest-faced, FATTEST fireman I have ever seen" was sent up in the lifty thing and Climbs IN the window (which was quite a SMALL window and may have accounted for the red face), takes the key and just unlocks the door. The anti-climax was HUGE and obviously taught me valuable life lessons to take into adulthood.
Like, Real Life Fireman NEVER look like they do in the films.
For
tiny_eriHmm. You don't catch emopumas really, they catch you (even in Soviet Russia ;p).
They lurk in their dens in the back of your head somewhere, getting hungry, then all it takes is a chance remark, a missed phone call, lack of repsonse to a text/email/comment, a misunderstanding, tiredness, hormones, looking in the mirror at the wrong time, that one last little thing going wrong and POUNCE.
Out they come and suddenly you've gone from a rational human being to one who's convinced the world is awful, everyone hates you, you're going lose your job/die alone/never get better/remain hideously fat and ugly ... you get the picture.
They chase all the reason out of your head and instead marshall all the Bad Thoughts and hunt them around til you can't think straight and everything is WOE (or in extreme cases ALL IS BLOOD).
There are various ways to defeat the emopumas.
Firefly is good (or Favourite Show Of Your Choice. Alcohol can help, tho preferably in company.
Talking to someone NOT afflicted by emopumas who can point out that this is, in fact, what they are and you are not MAD or Useless or Going To Die Alone Abandoned Even By the Cats or... whatever, is probably the best way. Anything that distracts you long enough for them to get bored and slink back into their den for a while ;p
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Date: 2008-04-04 11:20 am (UTC)2. I've never USED it as a sex aid. It never occurred to me. And, as I have so far only encountered it in my Mother's house, I feel I am unlikely to do so.
3. I do love the noobs and I am SURE they are real. How else could they have come and talked to me?
heh teh fireman story? it's not really as exciting as it sounds ;p