Murphy's Laws (First In A Series)

1) When you're having a bad skin and bad hair day, and when you look like an extra who had wandered off a horror movie set, you'll finally run into the person you've been hoping to see.

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So there I was, with a huge zit prominently displayed on my forehead (not to mention two smaller ones on my cheek and chin), hair that had less body than an anorexic Third World fashion model, and rings around my eyes that a panda would've balked at; then, I saw Anna's back as she brushed pass from behind me and continued her way.

I gazed after her for a long moment before I went back to working hard on swallowing a terrible egg-mayo sandwich.

Joy! She's still in Welly! And thank goodness she didn't see me, I'd prematurely thought, and tried to hide my smile.

Then, as I was in mid-chew, Anna was suddenly walking towards me and she saw me.

Worse: she saw me up close and personal because the corridor was so fucking narrow. She was almost literally in my face - my fugly, fugly face.

If I could pull an Alex Mack liquifying act, I would have.






Where the fuck is a toxic spill when you need to wallow in one?!