Thursday, 9 October 2008

Death of a Tomboy

Won our final, went to the pub after, was a good night. Until I got home just before midnight and found the loo cistern was flooding the bathroom and the toilet wouldn't stop cycling water. rgh.

Too tired to care, I decided I'd deal with it in the morning and took myself off to bed. This morning my inner tomboy lifted the lid of the cistern, saw water pissing out from where it shouldn't, considered having a tinker, then a strange and unfamiliar thing happened...

I decided that I could almost certainly call someone to fix it for me, and that I shouldn't have to play with yucky toilet water before work (or necessarily any other time either)

my inner princess has conquered my inner tomboy.

along a similar vein, today I find myself emailing my gayest-non-gay-man-alive buddy and describing (on request) what I'm wearing to my friend's 30th this Saturday -

I am wearing a black satiny dress with white trim and a white cherry blossom design, cinched with a wide patent black elasticised belt worn high (how magazine-talk was that!) and am facing the eternal girly dilemma - big (nay, *massive*) night of dancing is on the cards, so do I wear the hot new boots that will surely cripple me, or the comfy boots that only look un-sexy upon close inspection (which will reveal they are a little old, out of fashion, and the ones I wear to work most days) or tempt fate and wear the new heels I ordered online that arrived yesterday (and seem to fit - joy!)

my inner princess has bashed my inner toyboy with her designer handbag, sprayed him with mace, taken off a stiletto heel and plunged it deep into his heart.

gotta run - ducking out for coffee with my work buddy, doubt I'll have the willpower to resist some chocolate cake accompaniment, but hey, that's life - I have the willpower of a fat kid in a candystore...

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