ShagmoorLounge

June 21, 2005

I'm finally feeling better. I don't think anyone has ever barfed like I have the last week. I missed the toilet a couple of times. It's all because of my fucking mom and dad. The King and The Queen got me again.

I went over there to pick up the last of the shit I have at my mom's and they came home while I was going through their vinyl. It was beautiful. It was a sunshine family moment. There was yelling and screaming and crying (mom) and there was a fistfight (dad and me) because of the crying. There was broken vinyl and the sliding glass door got smashed out of it's frame. What else? I don't know. It was typical sunshine family madness.

So I ended up going from there to this thing at my chick's school and for some fucked up reason I ate the goat meat tamales. I don't know why I did it. I have a fucking death wish or something. God they were so fucking good. And the crazy fucked up thing is that I knew I would get sick off 'em but I didn't give a shit. They were so good and sweet I just didn't fucking care. So that's what I get.

I've been barfing like typhoid Mary since that night almost a week ago. It's been so great. I've gotten nothing done. What's worse is that Miss Ennui has no job and nothing fucking better to do than come over here to clean my place. I don't want to get her in trouble but I had to finally tell Goth to contain his chick.

I hate my parents. I wish they'd just fucking kill each other off and leave me all their money. We broke the Sam Cooke LP's. That really sucks balls. I wish they'd go off to marriage counseling camp and never come back.

My chick is feeling bad about all the barf. She wanted me to go to the hospital and get checked out. It was pointless. She's too sensitive. She curled up next to me and rubbed my back and cried the whole time.

I kind of feel like I deserved to get sick. I know it doesn't make a lot of fucking sense but when I was barfing out my innards I had weird thoughts that this must be what turns on the anorexics and bulimics. There's a releasing feeling when you barf that much. Like you're puking up all your sins. All the sweat and shivering can make you feel clean.

Maybe it was just the dehydration. Some doctor called me from New Zealand. He talked to my chick and told her to take me to the ER. I wouldn't go for it. He told her to get me soups and Gatorade. She bought me otter pops for kids that replace your electrolytes. It's what I've been living on for days.

I have to get off my ass. I have to get back to work. I have to take my chick to Paris.

The Shadow knows 3:04 PM
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