Dear god, Ill never understand exactly what goes through some peoples minds when they decide that the person sitting next to them on the train most definately harbours a secret desire to see every photograph of their family history theyve ever taken.
So there I was, innocently reading my brand spankin new Edgar Allen-Poe collection on the way to tafe when the chubby, social-yet-socially-retarded young girl next to me turned and without warning and demanded to know whether i would like to see a photo of her dog (I would also like to note that her breath smelt like stale pancakes)
I humoured her whilst she then led me through endless photos of her dog, her other dog, her 3 cats, her mother, her mothers boyfriend, her mothers engagement party, her brothers birthday party and to round it off nicely- the corset party she had been to on the weekend all the while wondering what horrible things i must have done in my past life to deserve this.
I suppose the thing that bothers me most is the fact ill never be able to erase the latter images from my memory, they appear to have been burnt into my retinas as I still see them when I close my eyes.
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