16 August 2009

Can I tell you how classy I am?

Perhaps I should say "klassy," 'cause I have a hickey which I need to cover up when I go to work tomorrow. Curse my pasty white Irish skin.

Also, I'm most certainly not the tiniest bit secretly delighted or anything like that.

2 comments:

Reuben said...

ooh... i haven't had a hickey in AGES. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever had one that wasn't self-inflicted. Does that mean I've had a boring life?

Jess said...

I honestly don't know what that means.

Fortunately, my body must have known what was happening and decided to produce an enormous zit pretty much in the middle of my forehead, so as to draw attention away from my neck. So, yay?