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2003-07-28 - 1:24 p.m.
On the internal soundtrack: "Summertime"
Evelynne: I AM SO SICK OF THAT FUCKING SEABISCUIT AD!!!!!!!!!!
Evelynne: I AM NOT GOING TO SEE THE MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poindexter: well, that's a relief.
Evelynne: IT'S PLAYIJNG EVERY TIME I GO TO YAHOO!!!!!!!!
Evelynne: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
[time passes]
Evelynne: What's with those fucked-up horse names?
Evelynne: "Sea Biscuit"?
Evelynne: Doesn't anybody just name their horse "Bud"?
Evelynne: "Secretariat"!?
Poindexter: Max.
Poindexter: Mr Ed?
Evelynne: That's a good one.
Evelynne: Silver!
I am weird.
Very, very weird.
I said, "WEIRD". You have been warned.
Last night, I was washing my face and decided to skip my usual nighttime shower because it wasn't all that hot that day and I was tired. I used the hydrogen peroxide on my face and then decided to do a little test on another spot on my leg. I would apply the peroxide to a particular spot every night for awhile and see if it would bleach the hair there.
A little while later, I glance in the mirror and I have a WHITE STRIPE. There isn't enough hair there to have this be a stripe of blond hair, so I momentarily got a little freaked. I ran into the bedroom and asked Poindexter, "Does peroxide bleach skin?" He said, "I don't know ... hey, you have a stripe!"
I was horrified. I didn't want a stripe. I started washing the area madly and dried off, and I was much whiter all over, and then I realized: That wasn't a tan from wearing shorts; that was DIRT.
I was stunned. My leg had been covered all day (I wore jeans), but apparently just BEING OUTSIDE lets the dirt in through my clothes and it sticks. I had no idea. I'd never seen visible proof of dirt on my skin except when I am riding my dirt bike.
So that energized me and I took a shower after all. And then I realized, if I'm catching dirt through my clothes, so's POINDEXTER, who showers in the mornings. So I grabbed the hydrogen peroxide and a Q-tip and, amid his eye rolls and "what are you DOING?"s and other weak protests (he was REALLY tired last night, having slept little the night before), began tracing a four-letter word in mirror writing on his midsection, in a nearly hairless spot. ("You're going to bleach my hair" was one of said weak protests.)
Oddly, it takes a few minutes before the bleaching effect happens. I thought at first that I was merely mopping up dirt with the cotton and liquid, but apparently I'm also bleaching the dirt, which takes a little while.
This morning when I got up I asked Poindexter if he saw his message, but apparently he was too out of it before stepping into the shower to notice. Ah well.
BTW, the four-letter word was "MINE". :) And he guessed it when I was writing it, anyhow.
Hey, I warned you.
