Here’s the rest of that lot of rubbish! Haven’t bothered finishing whatever it was I was going to write, 1) Can’t remember & 2) just a boring!
Obviously this is a reference to me the “ugly” bit 😈
Since the removal of my stomach I’ve lost a considerable amount of weight, now I’m down around the 67-68 kg. and I now have plenty of empty skin, which if removed would probably put me down around 60 kg, I kid you not.
The other day when I was about to shave my mind actually recorded what my eyes were seeing, nigh on frightened the living daylights out of me I promise. Looked a bit like a living corpse so much so I was tempted to ring the ‘Gong uni and tell them to fill the tank up with formaldehyde or whatever it is they will immerse me in when I get there, as I was on my way! ❓
True! I’m a “bagabones”. My chubby chops have gone replaced by nothing, hollow, the eyes sunk in amongst the bones/shull. I’ll wager the only reason my Coco recognizies me is by scent. I have to puff my chops out so that I can shave properly.
I doubt anybody’d know me now if they saw me they’d probably think I’m my father, or my mother if what Kerry tells me, she says I’m the spit of my mother.
Which brings me to the heading for this post.