Maddi
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Happy Birthday, Mark. I hope your Norwegian sun will shine on your birthday just like ours does in sunny The Hague...
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I keep having this vision of the t-shirts, snugly stowed away in wooden boxes, floating somewhere in the Atlantic... :rolleyes:
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Hee. I happen to know this guy Thunder Knuckles... really really well. :wink:
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Red, you know what you want, and you've basically got nothing to lose. You're an attractive guy and you're smart and romantic - which is a rare enough thing these days - why on earth would she not want to talk to you online, or meet you for coffee or drinks somewhere in Oslo? I'm assuming that she isn't with someone, but you've been reading her blog, and if there has been any mention of a boyfriend, that would probably have caught your eye. So... get in touch with her, before somebody else gets to the scene before you.
And think of Tom... he went for it, and look what happened! Ah, wouldn't it be nice to see yet another STH-er happily in love...
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Pooka is dead right. A home-bleach job will most likely turn your hair ginger.
The case is, a bleach job will turn any person's hair ginger before it goes blond. Not just yours. That's the nature of bleaching, no matter what your hair colour was before. For a dark-haired person, the home-bleach stuff simply isn't strong enough to go beyond the ginger stage. You need a professional hairstylist for that. They've got the materials to prepare a bleach mixture that is strong enough to do the job. They do eyebrows too, so you can go blond all over. (Never ever dye your eyebrows at home, that's work for a pro.)
So it can be done, but it's obviously going to be a lot more expensive than a home-bleach treatment, and you risk some damage to your hair. A strong bleach job tends to leave your hair a little dry and brittle, it's not exactly good for your hair. But you've got short hair, so with the next haircut that problem is solved.
That said, I recommend going for a blond wig. With your dark eyes and complexion, you'll probably look really silly with blond hair anyway. But at least you can take off the wig after the gig, dude.
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Happy Birthday Wolvy! I hope this year is going to work out for you, and bring you the independent life you crave.
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Best wishes and congratulations to the newlyweds! *toasts with cup of morning coffee*
It sounds like the wedding proceedings went to everybody's satisfaction. I hope Slick Junior recovers quickly from all the jolts it received when Mrs Slick was dancing...
Haha, we'd love to hear the full story, Slick, once you've recovered from your hangover. :wink:
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I just wouldn't feel quite right sticking my hand in there and rooting around for my keys.
My thoughts exactly. :rolleyes:
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who has got their ears pierced?
I had my ears pierced when I was 13. I still have the silver earrings that I wore back then, my first ever earrings. You know, some 'first times' you will never forget.
I'm thirteen, only just, and I want to wear my shiny new earrings. On Monday they're going to take school photos, and I don't want to wear the little studs that they pierced my ears with. I want to wear the new ones, the ones I got for my birthday. And one week isn't going to make much difference, is it, I've already worn them five weeks. The holes must have healed by now. They look perfectly healed, really.
On Tuesday, my right earlobe is inflamed. Quite badly too. It throbs and leaks pus, and turns an evil shade of red. I mess around with alcohol and try to disinfect it, but it takes weeks to heal. Ah well, it heals, so it's okay. Right? Right! I'm thirteen, and I don't know much.
A few weeks later, my mum discovers a lump as big as a pigeon's egg on the back of my neck. We have a nice doctor, really we do. The good man phones the hospital right away, to make an appointment to have the lump removed the very next day.
My mum doesn't sleep and is a wreck the next morning. I'm not, because I'm stupid and don't get what all the fuss is about. We go to the hospital, where they ask me to undress in a small room and put a ridiculously big green coat on me, which is open at the back. It's so long that I nearly trip over it on the way to the operating room. Walking is funny anyway, with those blue plastic hygiene thingies on my feet. In the OR, a nurse has to assist me when I climb on the operating table. I nearly fall off on the other side because the green coat is way too long. She glues a plastic thing to my bare back, and tells me to lie very still. An attractive assistant doctor comes to shave off some of the hair in my neck. I panic and say "please, not too much!". I can just catch a glimpse of the surgeon before they put a sheet over my head. He's a tiny middle-aged, asian-looking man. The nurse tells me "this will hurt a bit" and sticks a needle in me several times. It hurts a LOT, actually. The doctor comes back. I can hear him talking softly to the nurse while he's busy doing something to the back of my neck. The something lasts about ten minutes. Then I feel someone tugging at my neck. I'm lying there, wondering what they're doing, when I hear clipping noises. It dawns upon me that they must be stitching me up. That's just as well, because the position they put me in is getting very uncomfortable, and I wish they would hurry up.
Finally, the sheet is taken off and I may get down off the table. My neck feels all stiff and funny, and I can't move my head the way I'm used to. A nurse takes me back to the little room, where my mum helps me to get dressed and takes me home. And that's where I stay, until the stitches are taken out after a week. I can't sleep at night because my neck hurts and I can't go to school because I can't bend my head properly to see what I'm writing. But the doctor does give me lovely codeine pills for the first two days... When I return to school, my class mates are very nice. They make "eww"-sounds when they see my red scar. I try to cover it with my hair, but when I bend my head to read they see it anyway.
A few days later, the doctor calls my mum and says that everything is okay. The lab results have shown that it was only a fat lump. He can't explain how I ever got that nasty lump, but it's nothing to worry about.
Shortly after, the long awaited school photos are handed out. If you look really really closely at the big picture, you can see that I'm wearing small earrings. Silver ones. And whenever the weather changes, my scar tingles a bit.
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Congratulations to you both, Mr and Mrs Nova!
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Aaah, I had to wait all day to see the party shirt... they block all the interesting websites at the workplace.
Boy, I was kind of pooped when I came home, but after looking at that shirt I'm wide awake again!
Anyways, it has been immortalized in my Hellblazer photo album now, so Malin (hi, nice to meet you!) can do her worst... :wink:
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Cancer and Fire Horse. Impossible combination, of course. :cool:
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Hmm... post-swim? But his hair is dry... everywhere.
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Yes I am. Not in the mobile phone part of the business, though. And I can't help you to get a good deal on a high speed train either, I'm afraid...
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Last night I had dinner with Yuri. The starter was a salad with fried prawns, then we had lamb chops and french fries - fingerlicking good... Afterwards we curled up on the couch and watched dvd's - two episodes of Bottom first, and then The Office. Great stuff.
And then we went to bed early.
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C'mon Inca, make my eyes pop out! Go, go, go!
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Heh, the mad Serb always behaves like a perfect gentleman when he sends cards to me. :cool:
I'm not telling you all the stuff he wrote though. :wink:
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I'm doing fine. The last blood test (3 weeks ago) showed that my TSH and T4 values are normal right now. The meds will slow me down further in the coming weeks/months, and I know at some point I will need to start the thyrax. But it's going very very slowly, apparently my thyroid is not that easy to put to rest. But then I never expected it to be a fast track thing, because my metabolism has always been high. So I just take it one day at a time.
But it's good to be feeling 'normal' again now. It's only now that I realise that I have't felt this good in a long time. Not for the last two years, I think. So the thyroid problem must have been coming on gradually over the last couple of years. I suppose it could have been the stressful times at work last December that made it go into overdrive.
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Hmpf. My boyfriend Yuri would say this is clearly a case of projection. And you are a wise woman. :wink:
How are you doing lately Pooka, with the Graves' and all? Is the rapid heart rate back again?
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By the way, Rogan was doing some wild camping in a place called Budva on the 26th. Or thereabouts. With girlfriend Milica and a few select friends (probably Jovana and...?). I know because I got a postcard from him today.
He says he'll be back to STH soon. Well, that's good news, eh?
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You'll have to be more explicit Pooka. Gah, you're such a big tease. :rolleyes:
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Akhira is right, you look bloody gorgeous with the short hair!
I'll add my thumbs up for that haircut, Spider. Men with good looks mustn't obscure them with big hair, you know. I think Rogan should also get a haircut when he comes back. That's also long overdue.
But... I'll allow Mark to be the exception to the rule. His hair looks so silky and smooth, and it has a nice colour too. He can keep it.
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Best wishes for a speedy recovery, Akira, if you're still unwell. I'm sending good vibes your way...
Meanwhile... somebody, somewhere should arrange for a huge cosmic banana skin to be dropped into the life of the persons who decided to fire you. Down, heartless morons, down you go!
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What's going on with you?
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Right now I'm enjoying the first weekend of a ten-day holiday, woo hoo! And what breathtaking things am I doing, you may ask. Um, I'm knitting a scarf. Yesterday I bought red wool with a sort of flame effect in orange and dark red, vewwy purty... I'm using needles no. 9, and I've managed to do almost 25 cm in one hour. Not sure if the finish will be tassles or pompons, but I'll decide about that when I get there. Ah, the joys of knitting... :wink:
Meanwhile I'm on standby for Yuri and the boys, who are taking part in a pop quiz this afternoon. They're number one now, he just called me to yell some question about a Limp Bizkit song. Hmmm, don't know much about Limp Bizkit, but I'll do my best... with a little help from the internet.