Everyone makes writing mistakes but when blogging is your job, you need to make sure your writing is top-notch. I know I am guilty of making some faux-pas on this site, especially in my early days, but you don’t have to!
Last night I had a dream and it was awful for one reason, I pooped myself. I didn’t soil myself in my sleep, dream-me pooped herself. Or myself. Whatever, the point is I had a dream which had poop in it and it was very unpleasant. Mainly because it happened two nights in a row. After the second night of dream pooping I decided to investigate the matter after I had checked between my cheeks to make sure I hadn’t actually popped one out in the middle of the night. After referring to a dream meaning book I understood why I had the dreams, sort of. Dreaming of poop is supposed to be about releasing negative emotions, new beginnings, all that jazz. The concept is not alien to me, for nearly four years I’ve been trying to improve my life, be better and move forward. Put simply there comes a time in every persons life when you decide that you need to be a better person. For me this starts now.
Like most females, I like to look my best but in a world were the standard of beauty and fashion changes as quickly as a hooker can remove her knickers, it leaves people like me with whiplash trying to keep up. It’s not helped with the amount of selfies we see online of our friends who seem to roll out of bed looking like they have stepped out of a magazine. And then there is that bitch in the office who strolls around the place in high heels looking like a model while claiming that it only takes her an hour to get ready. Yeah, right, and where did you get the magic clock that slows down time so that you can achieve that? No really, I need one to help me get through the mountain of ironing and have a bath in peace.