Thursday, 5 November 2009
Vital Fluid.
Good evening bloggers. I have some gripe to share with you this fine night, for its been on my mind all day... so it goes a little something like this. Today i was busting for a piss during my english literature lesson, so i break out like the maverick i am and go to the toilet, in which i religiously use the second toilet in, so, as per usual, i go in there and have a hearty piss. BUT, i was shocked to find that mid-flow through that piss, i noted the large streak of period blood smearing down the right side of the cubicle. i literally gagged, yet felt strangely compelled to keep looking at it, thinking that maybe if i just kept glancing at it, it might just disappear. the last thing i want while im having a peaceful urination is to have someone's claggy fanny blood wiped across the cubicle like some filthy flag or gross display of dominance. i dont want to battle over territory, i was truely bothered that, out of all the toilets, its the only one i use. fucks sake. i could have touched it. then what? huh? AIDS. thats what.
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