A Daily Thing

I look younger than my age, and like a very good girl.  I have a little face, largish eyes, a little nose, and a little mouth (or according to a documentary on criminology I watched ages ago: a baby face – which is apparently an advantage if I ever were to be tried for something in court.  Yay?).

The thing is, I also swear a lot (at home – in public I try to be a bit more restrained).  And it’s always funny to me that it seems to shock other people when I do it.  One of my friends explained it by saying I looked like ‘an angel of crystal’, and even said he watched what he said around me (if only the poor guy could hear me at home… Christian sometimes calls me ‘Deadwood’ when I go overboard with the language).  Another of my friends refused to believe that I got 3 demerit points off my licence for speeding through a red light*.  This by the way earned me the following nicknames (both from Christian again): the ‘Red-light Bandit’ and ‘Johnny Law-Breaker’.

Which brings me to the fake track marks: my doctor ordered a blood test today, which I obediently went to get.  But between this and my blood donation from Sunday I have two marks on my arm that are very close together (the vampires hit the same vein!)**.  I put my arm under Christian’s nose earlier and said ‘do I look like a junkie?’.  To which he replied ‘no; have you ever seen what track marks look like?’ (I haven’t).  He’s right: of course I don’t look like a junkie, I’m a baby-faced angel of crystal remember?

*My parents don’t know, so shhh!

**I am actually pretty relaxed now when someone approaches my arm with a needle and tubes.