So after stopping by American Apparel with Mum and walking out with an irregular "Hh" printed shirt, I endured another painful CityRail ride. I'm too lazy to back track and find the blog where I vented about my olfactory senses being completely annihilated by shit on a train. It' just happend...again. Different carriage this time, thank fucking god. Nevertherless, i'm still on a train with shit oh and vomit. Some girl let loose on a sandwich bag and brought up breakfast. Bodily fluids and solids left, right, centre, in sandwich bags and on the floor.
I think I have seen it all and trust me, I have seen enough.
Next time I catch a train and some guy next to me starts shitting vomit and a cute girl projectile vomits sandwich bags of rotting flesh at my feet and people start having golden showers and sex around me, I'm not going to be surprised. I'll just sit back, let out a really long sigh and turn up my music to 25. You know why? because somehow, someday, some other sick thing will top that.
You know at least the people at Coogee Bay Hotel put it in the food instead of leaving in on the fucking floor. A little decorum, please.
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Not as bad as watching a drunk guy piss into an empty 600ml Coke bottle in a crowded carriage..and totally miss.
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