exploding colostomy bags & black dogs

yes it all happened today at work. i wasn’t too phased by the first incident. but when a man was talking to someone standing next to me that was invisible and telling them they looked good today i freaked out, then the old chap started talking about seeing a black dog. if you know me, you know that i’m way fascinated by ghosts, omens, and generally anything scary including urban legends. i remembered reading about a black dog in a book of omens and knew it meant something bad. i just googled it then, apparently an apparation of a black dog is a omen of death. not surprised the black dog is lurking around an old folks home – watch out!

i’m so exhausted going to have a shower and then go hire a movie and rest up for the weekend of soundwave. actually excited about seeing HIM and placebo. and reliving the days of drinking chocolate milk and eating sour straps at glenhaven shops with my best friend – back in the day. not to mention sitting on her roof dressed in black, with her cd player faced out the window whilst sewing badges and buttons on our clothes, thinking we were sick as shit. reminiscing makes me realise just how much i have changed, and it makes me feel a little nostalgic. those days are long gone! although i still sometimes feel like that little 15 year old girl who wrote a lot of poetry and liked being alone, my hair is a bit better though.

ps – lemon detox diet going well except i am so tired and cannot concerntrate i’ve fixed up the grammer and spelling on this post 5 times.

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