mostly to annoy keefybabe

I'd just like to say

WHITBY!!!!!

*boing boing boing*

and YES I'm starting early but as I have to look forward to before then is being utterly pummelled at least twice then I have to take my joy where I can.

=P

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the woman at the shop over the road has just attempted to kill me via the medium of mustard. I actually nearly stopped breathing at one point. how does anyone survive that much mustard on a sandwich? it still *hurt* after I'd scraped most of it off!

blee.

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shit.
shit shit shit shit shit.
the person who was going to do my hair whilst my hairdressed sprogs can't do it for whitby.
shit.
shit!
my roots are threatening to take over the world!

does anyone know a hair dressers that'll bleach to the scalp and is likely to be able to fit me in on saturday or mon-wed night next week? WAAAAA!

EDIT:

woo disaster overted. Beckie is going to do it on monday night. PHEW!