Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Days one deserves chocolate.

You know those days where you just feel that you DESERVE to revel in sugary substances and laying around in the couch watching people on youtube put on seriously amazing makeup and pretend that you're as pretty as they are and can afford all that amazing stuff they use? Today is one of those days.

At least I got to to to bed instead of going to work with a bleeding nipple. Yes, I am going to elaborate on that. This morning we arrived home from work and I realised that I had dark blueish greenish pores on a large area of my chest from having scratched myself some time during the night (do you know how WEIRD and dirty that looks?). I decided that I have to take a shower to get it off me. Motor oil shouldn't be inside any parts of you, I can just say that much.

So I got into the shower, picturing myself laying in bed in 10 minutes, all clean and warm and tired and cosy and sleeping. I was wrong. Little did I know that I within four minutes would go all Freddy Kruger on myself (this seems to be an reoccuring theme..) and happen to swoop by my right boob with my soapy and too speedy hand and get my, by work ragged thumb nail stuck on my nipple for like half a second before traveling on. I realised instantly that nothing good could come out of this. As I looked down, blood had started seeping out, and the blodshed was closely followed by a stinging, deep roted sensitive-nerve pain.

Like a champion I had to finish what I started so I kept on washing myself accompanied by a red streak trickling down from my boob and down my stomach, mixing with the white soap bubbles. I had to laugh for myself because it was so retarded. Got out of the shower and had to show bf and he scrunched his face up like a prune and was like "You suck." and I was like "I know." and it wouldn't stop bleeding and I really wanted to go to bed so like.. Imagine a B-cup sized boob (perky of course, no pens stick under my honeys!) with a bandaid over the nipple. That's exactly how my boob looks at this very moment. The pain kept me awake for half an hour before I drifted off and like, how long does it take for nipples to heal? Man, I gotta work and because I'm boobing things at work all the friggin' time, I'm kind of worried.

Yeah..

Lesson of the day: If you put a bandaid over a non-erect nipple, when it does go hard, it scrunches the bandaid accordingly and that looks VERY weird. Well, now you don't have to try this yourselves, so.. YOU'RE WELCOME!

10 comments:

Joshua said...

"You know those days where you just feel that you DESERVE to revel in sugary substances" -- See, this is my normal day. Something's wrong when I don't feel like that.

Joshua said...

Also...ouch.

Wynn said...

I'm like that too. I'm an over-deserver, but that's the way I like it. Life's to short to actually have time to EARN everything, damnit!

And, yes. Ouch.

The Vegetable Assassin said...

....the STUFF I learn over here. :)

Oh. And OUCH!

The Vegetable Assassin said...

I see "ouch" has become tired.

How about "JESUS CHRIST OF FUCK THAT SOUNDS NASTY!"? No?

Wynn said...

I mean, ouch is very straight forward, but your other option is very telling how it FEELS about this, inspite of it not hurting right now. Note, right now. I'm about to go to work, I'm sure it'll change.

P said...

Right now, I am mostly wincing a lot. And at the risk of repeating anyone else on here...

JESUS CHRIST OF FUCK, THAT SOUNDS NASTY!!!

(Sorry, decided to go for my fellow Scot's version. It's more "me"...)

:-)

Wynn said...

The occasion really does demand cussing and because that's allowed here, just keep it up!

Alice X said...

The image you left in my mind of the wrinkly bandaid made me first laugh and then contemplate the sheer genius of what you just wrote.

Wynn said...

Thank you dear! Yes, I am in fact an ever renewable source of knowledge.