The last time I threw up, I was 18 and it was the day after Thanks Giving. Yummy! I had the stomach flu and barfed popcorn all over my mom's bed... Which I, of course, thought was hilarious.
But I'm usually pretty good at not making too big of a mess. Actually. This is a lie. It's about 50/50.
Anyway, this afternoon, I puked tomato soup, bile, and water. Which was cool because it just tasted like puke and I won't be traumatized by tomato soup or anything.
I love how much I don't mind throwing up in comparison to how much I do mind anyone throwing up anywhere near me. The only thing I mind so much is that godawful retching noise... Am I being gross? Oh well. It's MY blog. I just covered my ears and turned on the bath water.
Morbid fascination. Whatever.
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