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hurray! guess who got food poisoning last nite?

it was me!

remember that salad i was yamming about, fucking hell, or maybe it was then having the greasiest late nite grilled cheese sandwich at this truly awful place off bourbon street and woof, get ready for my full report on obesity. i also had this drink that i forget the name of, a cross between a mojita and a margarita, which i suspect may have been one more spike in the coffin of my nausea. we were fortunate to sit beside a table of 8 ladies nite out hippopotamuses at this restaurant, fortunate because of the retarded drinks they were ordering and their platters of food and then when the bill came how they all in poor tastely nickel and dimed over it, the one who said she was arrested a year ago and her sister bailed her out was the one who bickered the most over it. i really wanted to get a crazy to-go drink in one of those hurricane cups or whatever but every time i walked in to one of those lit-up fluorescent barf coloured stores i got really shy and walked right back out. people here do not understand the concept of my outfit choices and individuality and the urge to stomp on people’s feet from gawking at me was all too strong.

so i’m on the bathroom floor for a long time cos the a/c was cranked in the room and too cold for my head so i had to put the covers over it then got way claustrophobic and nauseous so off to the bathroom, i had someone bring up pepto bismol and it made it worse then barf city happened. ps. you have to tip EVERYONE here such a scam.

ok shower time.



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