Don't prod the face thing.

It has been brought to my attention that ‘some’ of the views of this, how do I put it, errmmm lemmethink lemmethink masterpiece of literature, are basically from one person accidently refreshing their page.

Yeah yeah, laugh it up ‘audience’ at least I have a fan, so fuck you.
Anyway if I died tomorrow, google might search the ISP’s of who viewed my blog (as that’s what they do) and see this 1 person viewing it 30 odd times, put 2 and 2 together and they’d be done for murder. So be careful.

Now it’s time for my thought of the day!
Why is it that when you see someone who has a birthmark or scar thing on their face, u look everywhere but the thing itself? God forbid they see you staring at their abomination.
Like today, I caught myself looking at a woman’s nose as she had a MASSIVE birthmarky scabby weird thing on her head over her eye, the works… fucking honestly, I thought it was going to jump on me like the Alien that leaps on Sigourney Weaver’s face in Alien. So anyway there I am, sitting on the train staring intently at her nose and I thought, you know what (I am good in these situations) I’ll diffuse this situation. There was an atmosphere, we were all desperate to know what ‘it’ was and I took charge. The way I stood up to tell everyone on the train that ‘ I know she has a fucking huge weird face thing, and yes it looks like the Alien in Alien, just look at her nose and don’t ask her what it is and don’t prod it to see what it feels like and everything will be alright’ worked I think. Nobody asked her, nobody prodded her, though I did see a guy get his biro out so I shouted ‘DON’T’ and he put it away.
I feel really proud of myself today.

Been a really good day.