Violette's Blog

Being in the UK is a challenge for me an American from NYC, who is already naturally impatient by nature. The politeness in this part of the world is starting to cause me a great amount of stress. It is the main reason things move so slow. All this blast-it queuing and letting people skip in front of you, as if all the other people haven’t lives to live and errands to run.
I am currently in Scotland, the Highlands to be exact, and to say that I am losing the will to live is an understatement, ...

Sweet mother of god! I am seriously fucked? Why you ask, well allow me to extrapolate. I am on my way to the fair city of Glasgow, the home of the incomprehensible Scots. Now, it is my first time to this city in a work capacity. I am well aware from past experience that the accented English with which they speak can be some what difficult to understand to their own country men, much less a bonny American lass like myself. So, I hit upon a plan with which to circumvent the necessity to have to talk ...

I haven't blogged for a while, basically I was bored, uninspired, and busy as hell. But I have had an experience lately that I must share with you all.

I meet God! Yes, I have stared into the eyes of the all mighty, only this time he took the guise of a waxing technician! I was amazed I wasn't smighted after all the profanity I was uttering in Her/His presence. I swore, I cursed, I called His/Her name in vain, in several languages. Basically, what happened is I got my fanny/foufou/girly ...

Ok, where to start? The long and he short of it is, I went shopping and ended up watching the WC.

It originally wasn't my intention to get drawn into the whole WC madness, I pride myself on being an individual with a strong resistance to the herd mentality. That is until I needed a drink, went into a small cafe, and realized it was bedecked in orange with the Dutch flag flying outside, realization dawned too late it was WC Monday! Holland were playing Denmark.

Oh shit! ...

I pride myself on having lovely lingerie, matching lingerie I might add. Lovely make up, a clean sweet lady garden, neatly trimmed, manicured nails and a pleasing personality. But as I sit here before my computer, trying to resist the urge to bang my head on the marble countertop, with the will to live slowly ebbing from my soul, I am at a lost to begin to explain why yet again another pair of my knickers has gone missing?

It boggles the sane mind, why someone would steal my panties. ...