Whaaaaa?????
Bad night.
I ate too much chinese food and I really wanted to puke, but I knew I wouldn't. So, trying to keep it a secret, I hung my head out my window and stuck my finger in my mouth. at first I was too chicken to shove it down, and I eventually got used to my finger. So I shut my window. 5 seconds later I tried it again. My stomach tightened, and I made a wierd noise, but still nothing. I was determined to feel better, so I thought "what would a bulimic do?" hmmmmm.... eat? Hell no!... Starve? wtf, thats...like.. totally unrelated...ummmmmmm... OH! I know! I remembered seeing like 5 really old boxes of laxatives in the bathroom (this is at 11:30 P.M., mind you). I was happy to find some, but they were these "natural relief" bullshit hippie pills. So I dig around and find this dusty, faded box from like, the 70s reading "Ducolax". NO mention of "relief", so on the back it says "adults take 2 tablets before bed or after breakfast". So I take 3. They were really tiny barf colored pills. I look in the mirror thinking "What the hell, dumbfuck, you just ODed on expired laxatives!" So I listened to music and fell asleep. I had freaky-ass acid-trippish dreams. It was kind of cool; I could see all these really detailed patterns w/ my eyes shut. But I wasn't high. Maybe just tired. I woke up expecting there to be hell to pay, but I feel exactly the same. Hm. What the hell ever. I've never been dumb enough to take suspicious pills In my whole life up until last night.
I ate too much chinese food and I really wanted to puke, but I knew I wouldn't. So, trying to keep it a secret, I hung my head out my window and stuck my finger in my mouth. at first I was too chicken to shove it down, and I eventually got used to my finger. So I shut my window. 5 seconds later I tried it again. My stomach tightened, and I made a wierd noise, but still nothing. I was determined to feel better, so I thought "what would a bulimic do?" hmmmmm.... eat? Hell no!... Starve? wtf, thats...like.. totally unrelated...ummmmmmm... OH! I know! I remembered seeing like 5 really old boxes of laxatives in the bathroom (this is at 11:30 P.M., mind you). I was happy to find some, but they were these "natural relief" bullshit hippie pills. So I dig around and find this dusty, faded box from like, the 70s reading "Ducolax". NO mention of "relief", so on the back it says "adults take 2 tablets before bed or after breakfast". So I take 3. They were really tiny barf colored pills. I look in the mirror thinking "What the hell, dumbfuck, you just ODed on expired laxatives!" So I listened to music and fell asleep. I had freaky-ass acid-trippish dreams. It was kind of cool; I could see all these really detailed patterns w/ my eyes shut. But I wasn't high. Maybe just tired. I woke up expecting there to be hell to pay, but I feel exactly the same. Hm. What the hell ever. I've never been dumb enough to take suspicious pills In my whole life up until last night.