Wow.. Wet Tshirt and hot hot water…
Boring stuff:
a while ago i applied for an internal position at work, and i found out last week that i got it.
Is this a poison chalice, with the pellet with the poison? Or will it be the vessel with a pestle with the brew that is true?
Only time will tell. I have much to organise, train and hopefully i end up with a team of Internet staff who can support our customer base.
Cool stuff:
MM is here soon 
Wet T-shirt stuff:
I was filling up a bucket full of hot water in the shower with scalding hot water. I was going to soak my jeans and a couple of shirts in it. I don’t have a washing machine, and I don’t wanna spend money on the washing machines downstairs. So.. it’s soaking stuff in the bucket time for me. Except, as I was moving the shower head around to get maximum water into the bucket, the bloody shower head fell off. I was hit in the upper chest by this stream of hot nasty water. I screamed like a girl and ran down the hallway, trying to get away from the painful wet blast.. it looked like a flame thrower, just with hot water, not fire.
After I ran away I looked behind me and I realised that the canon of water that I ran from, was now watering the carpet in my hallway. !#$% I thought to myself, and ran back into the bathroom, pulled the shower curtain across to stop the water from entering the hallway, and turned the tap off.
So there I am standing in the shower, wet tshirt, bra and jeans, laughing like a hyena. Then the pain started. Hot stinging sensation, it hurt. I yanked my tshirt off and slapped on the cold water. I stood under the cold water, bra and jeans soaking wet. Mutha F@#^%! It’s still sore to touch, but I have no blisters, so I guess there’s no permanent damage.
I bet my boy would have loved that.
November 13th, 2007 at 8:51 pm
And that headline should have gained the attention of a few readers. Glad you’re ok.