malign, I'm sorry if I was offensive, I didn't mean to be offensive, like I don't like scottish people or something, I just meant being far from home is scary and also that you never know if they'll let you back in.

maybe you can go anywya than maybe look for another job when you get back?

I wasn't offended, starlight. Lots of people never leave the States. Take your passport, and they'll let you back in. They need people to pay the taxes. {Honestly, I've left the country literally dozens of times without a single immigration hassle, coming or going. And I'm not that attractive.}

@Blossom: ... particularly since you hate your job, at the moment ...

i'm not allowed to lose my job

oh good (sometimes I think I accidentally make people mad )

that sucks blossom..........maybe you can just forget to mention the job thing when you tell your parents you are going to scotland?

hmmm that won't work! the first thing they'll say is you can't lose your job.

can you talk to the people you work with and see if you can make some sort of arrangement with them to keep your job?

Another idea would be if you could find another job in Ireland for when you come back, so you could show them how well you planned it all.

i'm not allowed.

If you get a better job, in Ireland, your parents would refuse to let you switch?

there are no jobs in ireland right now. my house is so awkward right now.

guess ............................... :"O(

Okay ...

You, um, cut off all your hair and now you're a ginger cue ball?

can I guess?

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if ya want

It would make it easier.

did you give yourself bangs?? :confused:

So, my guess is that my guess was way off?

I used to have bangs; well, back when I still had something to make them out of.

I assume that that doesn't help, as a recommendation ...

It sounds like you need the help of a competent hairdresser.

Sadly, I'm not one.

it was an accident

You know that and we know that, but the trick is to convince everyone else that it was exactly the look you were going for, and that soon, everyone will be copying it.

uh huhh thanks marky.

are ye laughing at me?

No, sweety.

Just before taking the woman that I ended up marrying on a dinner dance cruise on the Potomac River for Mother's Day, I decided to trim my eyebrows with the electric beard trimmer I had. It has an attachment that goes over the blades, with a dial to set the height of the cut, so you don't cut too close.

I carefully checked the height setting was the same one as I had just used for my mustache, and started trimming. I was halfway done with my right eyebrow when I realized it was cutting too close.

Sadly, I forgot that, in between, I had removed the attachment to clean it, and hadn't put it back on.

I removed the right half of my right eyebrow down to the skin.

The best I could do was to carefully trim both sides so they didn't look too different, and then pretend there was nothing wrong. I had to get up and slow-dance and everything (I did tell her, of course; I was horribly upset at first.)

But in the end, I have no reason to believe that anyone else even noticed.

oh... i'm sorry marky

im just being a big baby..

i don't think the kinesiology worked on me

i'm gonna go take a nap. see ye later