I hate vomit. stressed Puke. stressed Chunks. stressed Throw-up. stressed Sick. stressed Whatever the hell you want to call it.
scream I. Hate. It.
confused You're probably thinking "Well, yeah, of course you hate vomit. Who wouldn't? Why're you writing about it in your journal?" question question question
arrow Well, on my way home from Out Back Steak-House, my mother's boyfriend, who was driving at the time, began to throw up. There really wasn't any place to pull over, and we were near the house anyway, so the bloke decided to drive the rest of the way home...while blowing chunks.
gonk The smell was awful. stare That's a given.
talk2hand The problem?
scream The smell is stuck in my nose!
Because of that, I've decided to share my frustrations with you. The only way to do that is to write a journal...
Okay, so probably not the only way, but still--I felt like it!
Thanks for listening to my horrid tale about throw-up and steak-houses.
I shall leave you now. eek arrow burning_eyes
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