So my favorite person came to town yesterday. My best friend, Thad, and he was going on a road trip with his sister to Chicago. Dr. Gunther von Hagens Body World's is on exhibit in Chicago. He does the plastinization with corpses. truly amazing work. I was sleeping on there parent's couch waiting to hit this road trip, when my guts almost explode. I wake up and projectile vomit for no reason barely making it to the door. It wasn't hang over puke, it was random nausea gut-rot. Well I went to get some breakfast and try to recoup, I soon projectile vomited again
fuck! I wanted to see the exhibit and hang with Thad. Now I am going to have to visit him in New Orleans and hope he isn't pissed cuz I ditched out on the trip. I think I have "the nausea" I am just sick of existing. I need to stop reading Camus. But I am seriously sick for no fucking reason, I didn't drink more than 2 beers all nite. Hope I have food poisoning. I don't eat anything that makes me sick? Fuck my stomach. I am pissed.
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