I need to get laid
more to come...
Edit: 9:46pm
As it turns out what I needed was to throw-up. Leaving Jason and Mandi snuggling at home Adam jonied me at chinook mall. My desire for ice cream or some kind of bulk candy suddenly overwhelming.. and I admit I wanted some company. I get there and I break out into a cold sweat.. Adam shows up and we check out some stuff.. all the time I am feeling worse and worse. we meander down to the far end and at this point I really want to break for the outdoors, its muggy and it is not helping me at all. But Adam wants to check out HMV/chapters and I'm not feeling bad enough to just bail so I agree. I'm glad I did for I find the second season of Allo Allo. Anyway the stores closeing up, Adam finally buys what he's looking for and we head back.. again I want to head out side and walk back to the cars but Adam would rather check out the candy walking its way to the exits from inside the mall.. At this point I know I'm not well. and I say as much, or rather I say I need to go home and take a dump. Adam is unimpressed by my excuse but I've made up my mind.. this requires be to be home...soon! Of course I get to the car where I am required to indure a 20min wait in the parking lot to get out..
So finally I get home, walk in the house and head to the can with a quick, "I don't feel well" to my brother who is holding the dog at bay. so I immediately strip. I don't really know why I do this when I'm feeling like crap, maybe its the heat from the clothing, the choking feeling that envelopes me but I strip and plunk my ass on the can.. now I am not convinced I'm going to puke.. its a voluntary motion and I prefer to not throw-up. but I do know that I'm lugging around a liter of liquid in my bowls.. but suddenly I can't go, and the shakes are starting and sweat is s begining to drip.. I bear down and dukes of hazard it(lift a cheek, scream YEEEEEEHAAAAAAA) into the bowl.. big mistake... the shift and pressure now convinces me that I would really really feel better if I just got rid of whatever is in my stomach..unfortuantly I have just filled the bowl....
I tke a breath, also a mistake as I'm standing over the bowl assessing my options.. of which only one is really an option.. so I wash up and relax a little and hope it doesn't require a reflush... thankfully it doesn't.. I wasn't surpised when I barfed up my lunch from burger in. nor was I surpised by the floating lettuce after my second round of ass to bowl. That was a damn good burger, and the shake was good too. So really its true that you can't have everything. however. not that I am feeling better and the ache in my muscles is starting to ebb and disappear.. lets talk about me getting laid.....
Edit: 9:46pm
As it turns out what I needed was to throw-up. Leaving Jason and Mandi snuggling at home Adam jonied me at chinook mall. My desire for ice cream or some kind of bulk candy suddenly overwhelming.. and I admit I wanted some company. I get there and I break out into a cold sweat.. Adam shows up and we check out some stuff.. all the time I am feeling worse and worse. we meander down to the far end and at this point I really want to break for the outdoors, its muggy and it is not helping me at all. But Adam wants to check out HMV/chapters and I'm not feeling bad enough to just bail so I agree. I'm glad I did for I find the second season of Allo Allo. Anyway the stores closeing up, Adam finally buys what he's looking for and we head back.. again I want to head out side and walk back to the cars but Adam would rather check out the candy walking its way to the exits from inside the mall.. At this point I know I'm not well. and I say as much, or rather I say I need to go home and take a dump. Adam is unimpressed by my excuse but I've made up my mind.. this requires be to be home...soon! Of course I get to the car where I am required to indure a 20min wait in the parking lot to get out..
So finally I get home, walk in the house and head to the can with a quick, "I don't feel well" to my brother who is holding the dog at bay. so I immediately strip. I don't really know why I do this when I'm feeling like crap, maybe its the heat from the clothing, the choking feeling that envelopes me but I strip and plunk my ass on the can.. now I am not convinced I'm going to puke.. its a voluntary motion and I prefer to not throw-up. but I do know that I'm lugging around a liter of liquid in my bowls.. but suddenly I can't go, and the shakes are starting and sweat is s begining to drip.. I bear down and dukes of hazard it(lift a cheek, scream YEEEEEEHAAAAAAA) into the bowl.. big mistake... the shift and pressure now convinces me that I would really really feel better if I just got rid of whatever is in my stomach..unfortuantly I have just filled the bowl....
I tke a breath, also a mistake as I'm standing over the bowl assessing my options.. of which only one is really an option.. so I wash up and relax a little and hope it doesn't require a reflush... thankfully it doesn't.. I wasn't surpised when I barfed up my lunch from burger in. nor was I surpised by the floating lettuce after my second round of ass to bowl. That was a damn good burger, and the shake was good too. So really its true that you can't have everything. however. not that I am feeling better and the ache in my muscles is starting to ebb and disappear.. lets talk about me getting laid.....