Ok. Tiny update on me. This weekend, at party number one (this was saturday, I had two parties to go to), my eyes start to fuck up. Green shit coming out… so I’m starting to get a bit scared, coz no one likes green eye bogies… by the time i get to party number 2, I am so tired and my eyes are now night red… and still green. I go to sleep around three in the morning, and guess what? I don’t sleep all night coz the green stuff closed my eyes up so I couldn’t open them (and thus I had to stagger around trying to find the fecking door to the bathroom to wash my eyes open)… but also to find my eyes were bleeding a bit on the sides… so you can imagine how much I was shitting myself at this point… not to mention I had a four hour shift to go to on the sunday (this is in like two hours). So I clean myself up, get to work, where my boss asks me how much weed I’d been smoking last night (ha ha if only it was that easy!)… the shift can’t go fast enough, I then run to the hospital where it takes me an hour to find the entrance! I kid you not, and where I try all the buzzers to get in, but no one replies until I call the hospital to say I’m outside, and then I get in. I queue for fifteen minutes to get seen to for about five minutes where he says I have conjunctivitis… or pink eye. Not exactly the sexiest of eye diseases really. I think I got from getting my makeup done by a professional at a shop in town… because I can’t think where I could have got it. I’ve never had the before. All my friends keep on ripping me a new one (this is aptly named) since they all say I just put poo in my eye. Which, I know I don’t since last time I checked I wasn’t into having sex and shitting on myself… but who knows maybe now I sleep shit and rub it in my eyes at night. People have been wondering why I dyed my hair black… maybe to cover all the shit in my hair. Ha ha ha if only. Anyway, for now I look like a rapid dog with red eyes. Oh yeah and I’m not allowed to touch people. Great. Great. Great. Only two more days of this shit. Thank fuck.
Monthly Archives: November 2014
I was sort of thinking this other day, that pain, is like a parasitic twin. You know what I mean? Well, you now those stories you hear in the news, about women giving birth to babies with four legs and two heads? Well, I’m sad to say, no they are no aliens, or the reincarnation of an indian god… but parasitic twin. Its basically when a foetus dies in the womb, and it sort of attaches itself to its twin, feeds of its blood supply (and this nutrients) and survives. Without a brain it is obviously dead, but the flesh lives on and when the foetus is born, it can have extra limbs… but unless attached to the spinal cord, don’t actually work… but they look strange, for sure. But it got me thinking, it is sort of like pain. Pain is that parasitic twin. In order to not feel it. See it. You have to metaphorically, cut it off. Sure it will sting and hurt for a while. But after a while you get over it. Well, I hope it does. I’ve decided to turn a page. I have a job which surprisingly I love, and I get on really well with the people I work with. I also am working hard at uni, and I think I’m doing well (except in one of my classes but that’ a whole different matter). I’m not really seeing my parents because I’m busy, and it is doing me good. It was a bit of a toxic relationship. So all that is left, is love I suppose… well I still haven’t found someone who I want to give the keys to my heart to (I made that mistake a few months ago)… so now I am following the “teaches of peaches” : I am fucking the pain away. It doesn’t erase the pain away, but It does dispel it for a while, it pushes is further away and let’s me breathe a bit better. It’s funny how someone can really take over your whole life. On that matter I will no longer write about it. Of course I still think about it, but there’s no point spending time on someone who isn’t worth me. Because he may not believe it, but I’m fucking awesome. I blocked him on Facebook and on my phone so I don’t have to deal with insulting messages and any more of his crap. I’m sure he will find some other poor sap to sort him out. I would like to say more, because I have tons more things to say about it, but what is the point? There’s no point.
Anyway, apart from that, I will be visiting Portugal this month and I am very excited. Shall put up some photos if I can. Anyway got to go, Mr Z (code name of course) is coming for a sleep over and I need to be fresh! Ha ha xxx