…it’ll bite you in the ass. Not like what happened on The Real World: Paris, in the season premiere, which is probably a good thing. Funny, isn’t it, how the only episode I’ve ever watched of TRW is that one? And that the only description of that particular moment that I could find on the Internet was on a Parents Television Council website? (Believe me, I racked up all sorts of PATRIOT ACT points trying to find a video clip.)
Anyway, last weekend, I went up to Davis for Picnic Day. I somehow managed to have a higher tolerance than Allie’s entire apartment + the tall former Mormon from next door. There wasn’t too much gloating on my part, but there was some playful jesting. Well, here comes karma to bite me in the ass. This weekend saw the advent of Sigma Pi Galaxy and Fuck la Niña con la Piña. I’m not sure what screwed up my body chemistry to the point of a lowered tolerance. Thoughts of the Sketchy Pinky (who I was supposed to see the next day) could’ve been what did it. For whatever reason, I became intimately acquainted with the bathroom floor. &c.
Here’s what Allie requests that I broadcast to the world. Er, the very limited world that reads this. Which, I mean, is Mik, who will understand, and Stephe, who was there only other time it’s happened. (Thanks, Stephe and Katie!) Because she is my BEST FRIEND, all caps, and because she’s sad that people know she talks on the phone while urinating, what follows is my acquiescence to her request.
Brittany, Joyce, and I went to Fat Apple’s for brunch. I figured soup would be good. I was dead on my feet for much of the time…and then I excused myself to go to the bathroom. The good news: unlike how pancakes would’ve tasted, the veggie soup? Tasted much the same coming up as it did going down. Yes. Now, here’s what turned Allie’s stomach. I rinsed out my mouth, went back outside, and finished my meal. Including the leftover soup. What is so wrong with that?
Karma Points, as they stand:
+1,000,000 to Joyce
+2 to the sexiled roommate who had to get rid of me before he could get some action of his own…let’s hope he finally scored, huh?
+500 to Brittany (and Joyce, again) for having to watch my green gills for most of brunch
+20 to Melita for reminding me that I’m a small Asian girl
-40 billion to Small Asian Girls.
Mik said,
May 5, 2008 at 3:33 pm
Given that I have vomited a little bit of pretty much every type of food I have ever tasted, I will say this. Chocolate milkshakes and enchilada soup? Excellent. Pepperoni pizza and Hawaiian Punch? Less so.