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| Monday, September 11, 2006 |
| Fucking Emotional Reactions |
When I get upset, I throw up. Every time. Any time I've ever been broken up with, someone has passed away, when I got rejected from graduate schools. Every single time. As soon as the emotion hits, to the bathroom I go.
Today I haven't had anything specific to get emotional about. Yes, I'm upset about something that went down with MM last night. True, I am worried that something is really wrong with The Twin, though I have very little rational evidence to go on other than his relative silence for the last few days. And of course this is one of those ridiculously busy times at work.
Combine all of them together, and what do you get? A rather weakened Finy who just returned from the deli because she needed to buy a Canada Dry after throwing up her lunch. I hate my stomach. Why can't it behave like a normal stomach and just do what it's supposed to? Mainly, keep the food inside it once it gets there?!Labels: dating |
posted by FINY @ Monday, September 11, 2006   |
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