Lent is killing me. Usually when I'm sick I play Zelda to have my brain be okay with tripping out. All I have now is a puppy birthday card that has a lackluster joke tagged along.
I threw up roughly 7 times in the New Freedom parking lot on Sunday; once on a car. In front of church members. I looked like a poor, drugged out soul that Matt dragged to church to get saved. Can't a girl throw up every once in a while without having the need to rededicate her life?
Pepto Bismol + 1/2 a banana + toilet = acidic smoothie coming back out of your mouth.
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