Oompa's back. Is this a mistake?

Ok. So she is back. By default.

I was minding my own business today in the chicken shop:-) Then she wobbles past. I Hail her like a taxi cab and she breaks. Sharply. My food arrives and we walk back to mine.

She tells me about all these ridiculously mental girls that she has 'loved' and lost in the space of a breath.

She questions why I am no longer her friend on Facebook. Why she is asking me I don't know because she has deleted me at some point (am I bothered? No really, am I bothered?.

Now we are going to be friends again on Facebook (ahhhhh).

She is now single.

She is coming round again on Thursday so she says.

She better not have any funny ideas.

No alcohol will be consumed on that day in her presence.

I herby declare........

Not after last time...

Beauty on the inside is not enough

I can't help it but every time things are thrown in front of me by accident, on the Internet, I really wish they weren't. Minding my own business and reading about everyone else's on Facebook this morning is a point in question.

One of my bisexual-turned-lesbian friends commented on one of her friend's photos.

A set of three.

Each pic more stomach churning than the last.

Will people not sort out their settings so that only their friends can see their photos only?

I don't want to see photos of her nasty women friends in bed with each other, grinning like cats that ate gone off cream.

I was going to make a spicy lentil soup for lunch but now I have these images in my head, am not sure I will be able to keep it all down for long.