posted on August 03, 2004 @ 4:27 pm
i got my new bed today. it is a thing of beauty. it was an hour late, but oh well, i just slept on the futon waiting for it.
last night i drank too much. i'm not sure how this happened, but i didn't make or witness the creation of any of my drinks. maybe that's it. by 6:00 a.m. liz, jennie and i are in jennie's bed watching porn, liz left with jared, and then i fell asleep. i woke up at 8:30 still drunk. my stomach feels terrible, which is out of the ordinary; i don't remember the last time that getting shitty made me feel ill. i made myself throw up a wee bit to aleviate the pain, but it didn't especially help. i think i kind of freaked out janeane, though.
i could never be bulemic. as aforementioned, the retching and coughing and heaving and acid. usually if i get on my hands and knees before the toilet, my body knows what to do. i make myself cough, and up it comes with enough force that my legs generally lift up and for half a second i'm supported just by my arms. when there's a considerable amount, about half of it comes out my nose.
once i threw up enchiladas, and it tasted precisely the way it did going down as coming up. it was revolting.
i'm not sure why i went off about vomiting. even the word is terrible. vomit.
for some reason i wouldn't mind a good cry right now. not sure why. sometimes one enters these funks wherein one goes on at length about vomiting and longs to drink some water without desiring to tear out one's innards soon after.
and now to compensate for the grossness, look at my adorable kitties.
this one freaks out cole because janeane looks so long:
they are so much cuter than you. unless you're owen, in which case you're tied.
"i don't want to talk, don't want to explain it. i don't want to fuck, and i don't want to fight. it's only a feeling, it's fleet and fading."*
<3, chels