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Thank you for vomiting

There's nothing like someone vomiting profusely in front of you to make you want to retch yourself. It's the watery kind and the ones that come straight through the nose that makes me ill. I don't mind so much when they vomit chunks out or when they vomit their half-digested blood out. It's all the green-yellow water spewing out like Linda Blair in The Exorcist that makes me want to hurl myself. Faeces I can pretty much deal with. Blood - I hardly bat an eye. But watery vomit.......euurrrghh, I feel nauseous even talking about it. I tried hard not to spill any of the vomit I was carrying while I retched down the corridor towards the sluice.

I think it reminds me too much of my own vomiting experiences. It has been four months now and I still haven't managed to stomach a curry. Damn that Spices Curry House!
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Kere said…
Vomit. Vomit vomit vomit.

(Does this sound like channel chanel channel?)
23 June, 2006 11:23
Maryam said…
And willful almost 20 something females. Gotta love me.
25 June, 2006 08:57
Kere said…
Yes, bring them on. Can we buy tickets to the show?
26 June, 2006 14:55
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