Dec 21, 2003 16:23
The bathtub is my neighbor.
The bathroom is my house.
The toilet is my new best friend and worst enemy,
As stuff comes out my mouth.
I plea innocent by reason of insanity due to fever. I've got the flu, and I'm telling you, it affects the mind. I called Gina to tell her that I couldn't do anything tonight, and Jessie (I'm guessing her younger sibling) answered the phone. To be honest with you, I couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl. The voice was high, but he or she sounded young.
Anyways... I told him/her to tell Gina that I called, and to write down my number. "Yeah, it's... 6... 7... uhh... 1. Yeah, uhh... 2, 2... wait, no... 2, 0... 3... 7... no, uhh... 3,9." Poor kid.
What's it mean when your vomit is yellow? Like... mustard yellow? It's not good stuff. Plus I have the "shits" as Kurtis put it. I'm sure you all wanted to know that.
But I sure feel like it.