Sunday. A couple of years ago I wrote a few posts about karma and how some comments/jokes I made once, came back to me in a quite painful way. Like the time I laughed at the poor Swedish guy who got a sunburn and that same day I forgot to put sunblock on my ears and I completely burned and ruined them.
Or the other times in my early 20’s when my cousin and my friend Vero got always the wrong guys out of the bunch so I used to say: “Let’s go out with them so for sure they’ll pick the assholes instead of us”. That one was a terrible thing to say because after that, I only started collecting the REALLY wrong guys.
I wonder if the spell is broken already.
The other night I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about some ex boyfriends…
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