Does it make me sound weird if I say sometimes I want to eat a particular smell? Like the smell of petrol. I can never get enough of it. Whenever I am in a petrol pump I am that weirdo who keeps exhaling the smell of petrol like some sort of fresh air. I know it’s poisonous but I want to taste petrol. Maybe on my deathbed. That could be my last wish. What? I would already be dying. Might as well taste it and die a few seconds earlier.
It is since then that my dad never takes food from my plate even if I insist. I guess he got his lesson and well I think I might be Joey who doesn’t like sharing her food after all 🙈
I suspect it knows today is Friday. It gets hanged whenever I want to work. Though it works fine when I pretend to work (you know browsing sites and if somebody happens to pass by ALT +TAB comes in handy. ) Shhh!!! That’s our secret again. 😋