Spots and Wrinkles

Once upon a time I held the belief that on leaving my teens and entering my twenties, spots would be a thing of the past.  My skin would be clear, blackheads would be banished and everything would be ticketyboo!  Well, at twenty-seven not only do I still continue to get spots - my skin is actually worse now than when I was a teenager - I've now started to worry about wrinkles!  And I'm sure there are people rolling their eyes as they read this but honestly, the surprise lines on my forehead are starting to cause me alarm.  They actually need to stop causing me alarm because then I wouldn't have lines to worry about.  This is what happens when you lead such an adventurous life - surprise lines happen.  So yesterday I decided to take action and went to the pharmacy in search of an anti-ageing product.  I figure prevention is better than cure and everyone is always going on about night creams and what not.  I settled on an Olay night cream, which is meant to fight the seven signs of ageing.  I also picked up some more cleanser, which is meant to help oily and acne prone skin.  Honestly, how is it fair for a woman to be buying these two products at the same time.  Give me spots or give me wrinkles but please don't give them to me at the same time!

The Freaky Toilet

I'm being harassed by a toilet.  I know, it sounds crazy, it sounds out there, it sounds...exactly like something that would happen to Little Stalky.  But honestly, the ladies loo at work is actually evil.  I head in there, innocently enough and as soon as I open the door the toilet literally growls at me.  It growls.  Or in toilet terms, it kind of gives an aggressive half flush.  Can a half flush be aggressive?  Well, actually yes it can.  It makes the flushing noise, it doesn't actually flush and it makes me jump every time.  It's like it's snapping at me as I walk through the door.  The first time it happened I thought it was a fluke.  The second time it happened I thought it was weird.  The third time it happened I thought it was suspicious.  The fourth time it happened I though it was down right sinister.  I have to brace myself on approach lest I leap and yelp.  I kind of want to bring it up with the other girls but I've only been working in my new job for three weeks and I don't want them to think I'm weird.  They perhaps need to get to know me a bit better and understand my ways before I broach the subject of possessed toilets.  I wouldn't want to scare anyone.  But I need to know if that toilet is just out to get me or if it does it to everyone.  The last thing a person needs, especially with a full bladder, is to have toilets causing unexpected surprises!