OT - Eff Off Friday
Friday is in the house! Just under 5 hours until my weekend officially begins. *yahoo*
And away we go with Eff Off Friday!
Eff off to:
- King Pita. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! Have you ever wanted to reach through the internet and slap someone? KP does a half-arsed job reading things and constantly sends emails asking questions that were already answered in the initial email. Or he doesn't like the way something is worded. This from the doofus who can barely write a basic, comprehensible sentence. I honestly don't think this effer knows how to be anything other than really annoying. In fact, his initials should be KRAP - King "Really Annoying" Pita. *diablo*
- Massage. Yep. I bloody well loathe getting a massage, but it's part of my physical therapy. It's such FUN, lying there with the zipper of my sports bra digging into my solar plexus, having someone knead and rub and elbow my uncooperative muscles. "But you'll feel so much better afterwards, Aniki!" Horsepuckey. I was so slickery, I thought my clothes were gonna slide off and had to go home and shower off the combination of hand sanitizer and cocoa butter. YUCK. And FTR? I feel like I went 83 rounds in a cage fight with a semi-conscious Nurmagomedov. *bomb*
- Sports bras. Nothing like having your mammaries squashed into a centralized Uniboob. There is NO style I like. Pullover is a major PITA. Hooks are tedious. Zippered are frustrating (and damn near impossible without that hook in the middle). I miss spandex crops tanks that firmly held Second Base in place. I could jump up and down and there was NO movement. Sigh...
- Me. I've been procrastinating on making my dress for SS21's upcoming wedding and now have 10 days to complete it. *dash1*
Wishing you a stress-free and enjoyable weekend!